Huo Yao nodded. Before long, she pulled her hand back after taking his pulse. She paused briefly and said, "I know someone from the Apothecaries' Association. I will get my friend to send you something for your condition."
Zhao Lian was a little surprised when he found that Huo Yao knew how to take his pulse, but he was even more astonished when he learned that she knew someone from the Apothecaries' Association. "You certainly have friends in high places. I'm impressed you know someone from the association."
Huo Yao smiled modestly.
Zhao Lian knew that medicine from the Apothecaries' Association was worth a lot on the market, so he felt bad about accepting the offer and tried to refuse. Since Huo Yao insisted, he decided to take her up on her kind offer.
"Let me show you my paper." Zhao Lian got up from the chair. He went over to his computer and printed his paper. He walked back to Huo Yao and handed her the document.
