The wronged female supporting role made a comeback with a divine reply

Sure enough, after a quarter of an hour, when the patient left, he asked, "Zhao girl, what do you want to see me about? Your grandfather once said that he would send you to me to be an apprentice, but you haven't come since your grandfather left."

So that's how it is. The original owner had indeed been to Jishidiang several times, all of which were to buy medicinal herbs for her grandfather. However, she was shy and often kept her head down, and never looked the doctor in the eye. In the past year, every time she came to the town, she went to the grocery store to buy seeds, and had never seen the doctor.

Bai Zhaozhao smiled and bowed, saying, "It's because I have to observe mourning and it's inconvenient for me to run around. Although I can't be your apprentice, I have been learning medical skills at home and can even make my own medicine!"

"Oh?" Song Ren asked curiously, "You taught yourself medicine? Great, Old Bai has someone to take over! Why are you here today?"

"It's like this, I made a kind of golden wound medicine, and I want to see if Jishitang can accept it?"

"Wound medicine?" Song Ren thought about it. Jishidiang usually does not accept external prescription medicines, because many ready-made ointments have special suppliers. However, Zhao girl is a friend's child after all, and she must be having a hard time. It is only right for him to help her. He thinks the shopkeeper will give himself, a doctor in the hall, some face.

"Bring it here for me to see."

Bai Zhaozhao knew something was going to happen when she saw his expression. She took out a small bottle and handed it to Song Ren, and then introduced it, "Don't underestimate this small bottle. Just apply a thin layer on the wound to quickly stop bleeding and reduce swelling. It will also give you a numbing feeling to relieve pain."

Song Ren took the medicine bottle close and smelled it, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. It was obvious that precious medicinal herbs were added to it, but he couldn't feel what they were specifically. He scooped out a little and applied it on the back of his hand, which gave him a cool feeling.

Generally speaking, he would be able to roughly know what medicinal ingredients an ordinary ointment contains by checking it, and he could also identify some of the precious ointments, but this ointment was obviously incomparable to the top-grade secret medicine, because he had no idea what it was.

Song Ren was a little excited. He asked Bai Zhaozhao, "Zhao girl, tell Uncle Song honestly, is this ointment left to you by your grandfather?"

Bai Zhaozhao said calmly: "I guess so. I improved it a bit. Most of the herbs were grown by myself, but I still added some precious herbs."

"Okay!" Song Ren said happily, "Wait for me!"

After saying that, Song Ren went to the backyard to find the shopkeeper. After a while, the shopkeeper ran out, smiling with wrinkles on his face, and asked Bai Zhaozhao: "Little girl from the Bai family, do you sell the formula of this ointment?"

Bai Zhaozhao was a little angry. She was clearly selling ointment, so how could it be a formula? However, she also saw a small cut on the shopkeeper's finger. It was obvious that he had tried the efficacy of the medicine. There was no need to fight so hard, right? !

Bai Zhaozhao calmed down again: "Boss, I won't sell the recipe, but I can guarantee that there will only be one clinic in town to provide it to you, how about that?"

The shopkeeper was not angry. After all, this was normal. He was just asking with hope. What if he could buy the recipe?

"Okay, how much do you want to sell it for? How many bottles can you provide per month?"

"Currently, we can provide 10,000 bottles per month..." Bai Zhaozhao calculated that he could make hundreds of pots a day, and he just had to find a way to hire people to bottle them.

"What?" The shopkeeper was a little confused. How could a secret medicine-level thing produce 10,000 bottles per month?! I'm afraid I didn't wake up today? The Li family's secret scar removal medicine in Jiangnan only produces 2,000 bottles per year.

Bai Zhaozhao explained: "Shopkeeper, although there are some precious medicinal materials in it, the important thing is the ratio and medicinal properties. The cost is not high, so I plan to sell it for 100 coins per bottle."

"One hundred coins?!" The shopkeeper was shocked again. He looked at Bai Zhaozhao as if she was a fool. "Girl, this medicine is so effective. If you sell it for ten taels of silver a bottle, there will be plenty of wealthy families willing to buy it. Although there are not many wealthy families in our town, selling a dozen bottles a month is more than enough!"

"I understand what you mean, boss. But rich people don't need any medicine, so they don't necessarily value this stuff. It's different for the common people. Golden wound medicine is a commonly used medicine. If the common people can afford it and it works well, wouldn't the reputation of your Jishitang be greatly improved?"

Bai Zhaozhao spoke very sincerely, and began to make promises: "Think about it, which pharmacy in the entire Tianyuan Dynasty is not famous? Maybe Jishiditang can also develop into a national pharmacy in the future!"

The shopkeeper's eyes suddenly changed again, and he couldn't help but think deeply. In fact, Jishiditang was the property of the Zhang family in the provincial capital, and it had some reputation in Linyang County. However, most of the stores were in towns and villages, which could not be compared with the famous large pharmacies. So the first thing he thought of was to let Bai Zhaozhao only supply her own family. No matter how much she had, he would take it all, and then package the medicine as a treasure and use it as one of his signature products!

This way, I have done a great service to the Zhang family. I didn't expect that this girl had a better vision and was already thinking about making Jishitang famous! It turns out that I was the short-sighted one!

“Girl, do you mean to use this medicine to benefit the people and build the reputation of Jishitang?”

"Yes, my grandfather once said that the Zhang family is a big family, kind and trustworthy, and worthy of cooperation."

Even Song Ren's eyes changed now. This girl didn't want to make a living by selling things, but wanted to cooperate with the Zhang family behind Jishitang? With her identity as a little peasant girl? This...

The shopkeeper also thought that this girl was a little whimsical, but the ointment she took out was indeed effective. Well, there are many extraordinary people in the world, so why not take a gamble?

"Okay, little girl, leave a few more bottles of medicine. I happen to be going to the capital city tomorrow. I will give you a reply in three days at the latest. Come over then!"

"Okay, thank you, shopkeeper, and thank you, Uncle Song!"

When Song Ren sent Bai Zhaozhao out of the shop, he asked, "Zhao girl, was this medical skill really taught by your grandfather?"

Bai Zhaozhao's mind moved: "No, Uncle Song, I have a wandering master who is a real master."

Song Ren nodded: "So that's how it is. Haha, I said Lao Bai couldn't be so powerful. The disciples he taught are better than me!"

Bai Zhaozhao also laughed: "I am only good at making medicine, not like Uncle Song who is outstanding in taking pulses. My grandfather said that he can't compare to your medical skills."

Hehe, it’s good to have a grandpa, just make up something!

Song Ren said bluntly: "He would praise me? Come on, he is most dissatisfied with the fact that I am better than him in medicine, even though this is the fact!"

Bai Zhaozhao: “…”

After leaving Jishitang, Bai Zhaozhao went to a silver shop, which was full of all kinds of gold and silver jewelry. The proprietress greeted her warmly, "Miss, what would you like to see?"

Bai Zhaozhao asked: "Do you have any silver needles here?"

"Silver needle? I don't have it, but if you provide me with money, I can make one."

"it is good!"

After discussing the silver needles, Bai Zhaozhao was about to go out when he saw a girl in white coming in: "Boss lady, is my jewelry repaired?"