Benevolence Hall; it was a name that was ordinary as ordinary could be. The red cross symbol on the sign indicated that this was a medicine shop, and this was a medium-sized shop that wasn't too small, nor particularly large.

Everything about the shop was completely mundane and unremarkable. Tang Wulin entered through the door, and there weren't many customers inside. There were also only three or four staff members, and the rows of shelves were filled with all types of common medicines.

Tang Wulin walked through the aisles between the shelves and quickly chose a few types of medicine before making his way over to the counter.

The employee standing behind the counter glanced at the medicinal ingredients that had been placed before him, and his expression immediately changed slightly. He looked up at Tang Wulin in a slightly surprised manner, and said, "Sir, the medicines you're purchasing aren't concurrent with any condition! Are you sure this is what you want?"

Tang...