On the border of the Southern Continent, an old man wearing a straw hat arrived outside a pharmacy.
Outside the pharmacy, countless people were clamoring and jostling, packing the streets and blocking the roads.
"Go away! The 'Hundred Herbs Scripture' is not for sale to you idlers!"
A few assistants from the store stood at the door, ferociously driving the crowd away.
An elderly, thin man shouted in anger, "I am a doctor, why won't you sell it to me?"
The assistants glanced at him, "You treat bandits, how could we sell it to you?"
The old man walked over, took off his tattered straw hat, revealing his greying hair.
"Mr. Li."
Upon seeing the old man, the assistants hurriedly made way and said, "Please come in, sir."
The old man nodded.
His name was Li Zhang, not a person of great importance, but his family had been practicing medicine for generations and had some reputation.
This time, entering the city, Li Zhang wanted to buy a copy of the "Hundred Herbs Scripture."
