On Thursday morning, Yan Feifan's fever broke and his temperature returned to normal. He was discharged from the hospital and returned to his residence at Zuimo Court to recuperate.
Around five in the afternoon, he received a special delivery from the Yu Family of Jingcheng: nine small, pre-brewed packets of herbal medicine.
Along with them came a bill that made Yan Feifan's eyes go wide.
"Six hundred thousand?!"
The man who delivered the medicine was tall, in his thirties, with a refined, gentlemanly appearance.
Facing a stunned and incredulous Yan Feifan, he explained unhurriedly, "Mr. Yan, this prescription of yours used an entire seventy-year-old wild mountain ginseng, as well as wild tiger bone, which requires special government approval for use."
"The other supplementary herbs were also top-quality, precious medicinal materials. Add to that the house call fee for Mr. Yu…"
"Mr. Yan, this six-hundred-thousand price is a special offer after a very generous discount."
