Even though there were over a dozen people in the main hall of Jishi Hall, it was quiet and solemn. Juhua and the others also sat silently, looking around.
At the back of the hall, against the wall, was a row of cabinets. The densely packed small drawers were pasted with various traditional Chinese medicine labels, making one dizzy just looking at them.
Qin Feng's eldest disciple, Fang Hu, was sitting at a table checking an old man's pulse. He had been taken in by Qin Feng back in the Fifth Prince's fiefdom and had only reunited with his master here a little over a month ago. At fifteen or sixteen years old, he didn't have Qin Feng's elegant bearing; instead, he looked more like a simple lad.
The second disciple, Zhang Jiming, had just been accepted in March of this year. He was a local resident from around Xiatang Market, about eight or nine years old.
Fang Hu wrote out the prescriptions, while Zhang Jiming and Zhao Qing filled them.
