Qin Yao walked out of the Song Mansion, and the mid-afternoon sun embraced her with a searing heat, so fervent it was almost frightening.
Hugging a jar of sour plum soup, she quickly sought shelter under the eaves of a shop, taking advantage of the shade to enter the city's only medical clinic.
The old doctor was not in; only two young apprentices were minding the store, helping customers to gather herbs according to their prescriptions.
There was a long line of people waiting for medicine, and no appointment system here. Qin Yao stood in the hall for a while and, spotting an apprentice free, immediately stepped forward to inquire about scar treatment medicine.
The young apprentice, having seen too many customers that day, asked with a hint of impatience, "What kind of scar is it? Caused by insect bites or poisoning from plants? If it's from plant poisoning, you need to bring the patient here; we don't dare prescribe recklessly."
