Just as Chen Yi had expected, Linglan Pavilion opened its doors and, in just three days, had snatched up most of the patients within a three-li radius of the East Market.
Not only were their medicinal herbs cheap, but they also had a renowned doctor in residence, attracting many people who had been suffering from chronic illnesses.
During this time, Chen Yi also met Linglan Pavilion's shopkeeper.
He was a clean-shaven, fair-faced middle-aged man named Qian Kuan.
His name, Kuan, suggested width, but the man himself was tall and lanky, with a gaunt appearance.
Fortunately, he was in good spirits; otherwise, whether seen from afar or up close, one couldn't help but feel he was physically drained.
Moreover, Qian Kuan could be considered a smooth operator.
He stood at the entrance of Linglan Pavilion all day long, greeting and sending off customers with a beaming smile, able to strike up a conversation with anyone he saw.
