Lu Yingxue looked at the dense crowd outside the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall, feeling a surge of unease in her heart!
What should be done now!
Does she have to stop the free clinic?
"Miss, you need to make a decision quickly. It's lunchtime, and there's still time. Solve today's crisis, and tomorrow the supplies from Southwest will arrive by air!" the warehouse manager urged beside her.
Lu Yingxue was deeply annoyed: "I can't just magically produce so many herbs!"
Just as she had no ideas, a call came in.
It was from Zhong Yi.
What's he calling for?
Lu Yingxue answered the phone, her tone extremely unfriendly.
"Hello, why are you contacting me? I have nothing to do with you anymore!"
"I have three tons of processed medicinal herbs right here in the Imperial Capital warehouse."
Zhong Yi spoke just one sentence, and Lu Yingxue's expression froze.
She gripped the phone tightly, finally realizing the herb destruction was no accident.
