Tang Yingchang looked at Xu Ke in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?"
A sacred prescription? You wrote it? Impossible! What kind of joke is this?!
But Xu Ke was dead serious. "I'm not joking."
"Take a closer look at the Medical Saint's signature. See how the color of the ancient characters is a bit smudged? A few strokes from the brush pen have bled to the side. It only looks less obvious because I tried to cover it up with black ink."
"It happened when I accidentally smeared it while imitating my master's signature."
Instinctively, Tang Yingchang reached into his breast pocket, took out the prescription, and examined it back and forth. After carefully confirming it, his eyes widened. "It's... it's true."
At that moment, the disbelief in his eyes had turned into complete stupor.
How is this possible? Could the details on this prescription really be exactly as Xu Ke described?!
"No, impossible… How could you possibly be…"
