"Here, wear my jacket." Ian Quincy stopped the car and started to take off his jacket.
"Don't take it off! What if you get sick too? Who would take care of me?" Cecilia Adler remembered the old man's advice and turned the car around. "Ian, there's a traditional Chinese medicine shop in the hospital up ahead. I'm going to buy some dandelion."
'If drinking it helps, I'll ask the old man to adjust the shampoo formula again to save on ingredients.'
'If I ever get the chance to sell it, I can't just keep digging up all the fleeceflower root in the mountains. Once it's all gone, where will the villagers find it when they need it?'
Ian Quincy had no choice but to put his jacket back on and go with her into the hospital to buy the dandelion.
When they got it, Ian Quincy said, "This stuff grows everywhere in the fields. How dare they charge fifteen cents for such a small box."
