Pharmacist Tangyin

The men who came to Cheng Ji Pharmacy seeking treatment had never known embarrassment, much less anything like being too ashamed to see a doctor.

A crowd of young, middle-aged, and old men stood across the counter, their kidneys aching unbearably, yet they still shamelessly stared with brazenness and greed at the gauze-veiled woman behind it.

It was as if they knew just how breathtaking the face beneath that gauze was.

At this moment, a prematurely aged middle-aged man sat in the patient's seat before the counter. With a boastful, slightly teasing air, he said, "Divine Doctor Cheng, don't let my age fool you. Though I'm much older than you, last night I was fiercer than the young fellow next door. I battled until dawn..."

The cool and aloof Divine Doctor Cheng, her face veiled in gauze, had long grown accustomed to such tiger-and-wolf words. She merely glanced at the middle-aged man before writing out a prescription.

"Decoct this for three days, three doses a day. Uncle Shi, if you still refuse to restrain yourself, I fear you will become like an old tree that has lost its soil and wither away before your time." The veiled woman reminded him softly, but did not say much more.

Divine Doctor Cheng's voice was pleasant, clear as the ringing of bells.

Her shoulders looked as though carved from jade, her waist slender as a bound silk cord. Sitting there, she resembled a green lotus, graceful and exquisite as a painting.

After Divine Doctor Cheng's "warning," the middle-aged man called Uncle Shi was so frightened that he no longer dared to speak wantonly. Clutching the prescription tightly, he went to the side to have a female clerk prepare his medicine.

Next, a wealthy young master in splendid robes and a jade crown supported