"Ah, Changsheng, I wish these jars weren't so heavy," Baizhu sighed, looking up the stairs. Normally, he avoided unnecessary physical labor, but today seemed to be an exception.

Coughing lightly, he adjusted his glasses and focused on the challenging ascent ahead. However, as he began his slow and cautious climb, a passerby caught his attention. Seizing the opportunity, the pharmacist addressed the stranger.

"Excuse me," he called out. "Might you lend a hand in carrying these to the pharmacy?”