At the entrance of Banxian Medical Hall in Chang'an West Market, Su Wanyue was sticking a Huwa-brand "peppermint refreshing sugar patch" onto an old granny when the protagonist strode in, brandishing a bamboo slip of the "Ten Rules of the Medical Hall". "Yue! Our 'Qingniu Medical Hall Chain Project' is about to take off!" No sooner had the words left his mouth than an old man holding a medicine hoe tumbled in through the door—catching a whiff of the sweet mugwort drifting from the hall, his feet slipped, and he slid all the way from the steps right up to the consultation desk, looking thoroughly delighted.
"Don't rush to take off yet!" Su Wanyue hoisted a yellow flag marked "Affordable Consultation Desk" and jammed it into the ground by the door. "From the hour of Mao to the hour of Si, the consultation fee is fifty coins. Today it's time to treat the peddler from the west of the city for his abacus shoulder." The protagonist squatted down beside the consultation desk and pulled out a newly made Huwa-style "pulse pillow sweetcake"—the pillow was embroidered with plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos, and chrysanthemums on the surface, felt soft to the touch, and when brought close to the nose, actually gave off a fragrance of glutinous rice. The peddler placed his arm on it, and the pillow core clicked as an abacus bead popped out: "Your cun, guan, and chi pulses are all sweet! You've been counting money until you got periarthritis!"
Just as they were speaking, Manager Wang of th…
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