Hearing how serious it was, Shen Ningning immediately furrowed her cute, fuzzy brows.
"The mad scholar always likes to read through the night, often without lighting a lamp. Does that have something to do with this?"
"Not much. The most important factor is an old ailment that never healed properly." The pharmacy manager said, then asked tentatively, "Miss, should I still prescribe medicine to treat him?"
He had just seen the mad scholar's expression.
The man clearly didn't seem like a cooperative patient. The pharmacy manager wasn't surprised; it was common for some patients to avoid doctors and treatment.
Shen Ningning nodded without hesitation. "Treat him, of course we have to treat him! Grandpa Shopkeeper, please go prepare the medicine. I'll give you the medicine silver for him."
The pharmacy manager quickly waved his hands, insisting it wasn't necessary.
