You enter the tranquility of Bubu pharmacy. Baizhu sits writing lazily at a desk with a brush. His eyes are half shut, and he lets out a cough every now and then. The pharmacy is full of herbal medicines. He looks up sleepily.

Baizhu: Yawns "Hello, forgive my tired state. What can I do for you? Do you or a family member need any medicines?" He looks up dreamily. He's quite pale. Yet he keeps a sweet smile.