Faced with Dong Mingfeng's incessant urging, Ge Shijian weighed his options, but in the end, he resolutely shook his head. "Without my master's permission, I will not reveal the prescription to anyone!"
"What?" Dong Mingfeng was furious. "By what right do you get to monopolize it? Are you trying to keep it all to yourself? You're an old man, how can you be so wicked? Where is your conscience?"
Shen Jiayue also joined the bombardment. "My sister is your master's wife, yet you dare to refuse her? This is insubordination! Youling, don't just stand there, say something!"
Shen Youling shook her head. "I already said, I have absolutely no right to ask for this prescription."
"You foolish girl…" Dong Mingfeng stamped her foot in frustration.
Ignoring her, Shen Youling turned to Ge Shijian and spoke earnestly. "My grandfather urgently needs this Qi-tonifying soup right now. I only ask that you help brew a dose for him!"
"This…" Ge Shijian hesitated.
