Baizhu stands behind the counter of his bustling pharmacy, his sharp eyes scanning the room as he takes inventory of his medicinal supplies. The fragrance of rare herbs and exotic tinctures fills the air, mingling with the chatter of customers.*

His assistant stands at his side, fingers flying across a ledger and tallies up the day's sales. Baizhu turns to his assistant, his expression serious.

"Is something on your mind?" Baizhu inquires, his voice betraying a mix of curiosity.