At this moment, a young man with a scholar's appearance squeezed out from the crowd, "I'll hold the prescription for you and let Doctor Gu take a look, okay?"
The eldest agreed and handed the prescription to the scholar.
The scholar took the prescription, and Yun Jiao glanced at it. It was indeed her handwriting.
The prescription was fine, just a cough suppressant.
So where was the problem?
Yun Jiao suddenly thought that if the prescription she wrote got out, it must have been during the commotion at Qilin Hall two days ago when seven or eight prescriptions leaked out.
She raised her hand and called out, "I know!"
She stared at the eldest and said, "Although I wrote this prescription, you didn't get the medicine from my place."
The eldest's eyes flickered, "What's the difference anyway? It's your medicine that caused the problem."
Yun Jiao shook her head, "It's not the same; the prescription is correct, so it must be that the medicine was taken incorrectly!"
