Yu Youyao drank a cup and said to the doctor, "Can I borrow a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone?"
The middle-aged man was about forty years old. He agreed repeatedly and even personally brought over the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the counter. "This is what I have. Miss, please don't mind."
Song Mingzhao was a little curious. "You want to write a prescription?"
Yu Youyao was proficient in pharmacology and incense fragrance. The incense pill from before had a strong fragrance. As soon as it entered his nose, he felt relieved and calm.
She had probably done this herself.
However, pharmacology and medicine were two different concepts. He had never heard that Eldest Miss Yu was proficient in medicine.
