"Steamed buns, freshly baked steamed buns."
"Candied hawthorns, rock sugar candied hawthorns, sweet and sour rock sugar candied hawthorns."
"Don't miss out as you pass by, fine furniture made from the best huanghuali wood."
Zhong Lin walked down the streets of Black Mountain County leading a horse, feeling as if an eternity had passed despite the short time he had spent away.
Suddenly, Zhong Lin stopped, looking up at the big letters of "Xu's Clinic" and the busier, older figure inside, a faint smile playing on his lips.
He tied his horse to a nearby post, stepped into the clinic, and sat directly on the consultation stool among the crowd, resting his hand on the cotton-wrapped bag.
Old Man Xu didn't even lift his head, his fingers feeling Zhong Lin's pulse by habit, casually asking, "Anything wrong?"
This was also Old Man Xu's usual practice - checking the pulse for a general observation before diagnosing.
Zhong Lin remained silent, still smiling as he looked at Old Man Xu.
