The Apothecaryapos;s

Uneven floor tiles, a lamp with nearly depleted oil. Even the blanket covering Lin Yin was patched up, and the entire room reeked of poverty.,At that moment, a sound of crashing dishes came from outside the door.,This is the voice of a dream, speaking in a shaky sob, “Your uncle is about to die. These medicines are what I finally managed to get back from the Dan Yao Pharmacy. Please, please help me! These are the medicines to save your uncle’s life...”。