The doctor couldn't force the people out and could only find a way to ease the situation himself.
With a stern face, he looked at the attendant and scolded, "How many times have I told you to pay attention to cleanliness? How come you never remember? Hurry up and wash your hands!"
The attendant shrank his neck at the scolding, not daring to argue with his master, and had to rush to the backyard to wash his hands.
When he came back, his hands were clean, still wet with water not yet dried.
Yi Meng confirmed that the attendant's hands were clean and then reopened the list, saying, "I'll tell you, and you grab it."
"I can read!"
The attendant replied defiantly.
Having washed his hands, why is this person still full of demands?
Yi Meng raised an eyebrow, "What if your store runs out of herbs, and you haven't noted it down, how would I know what's missing?"
The doctor, standing by, was also quite frustrated but couldn't explode, so he had to urge patiently, "Just do as she says!"
