At the end of the month, inside the Medicine Gate's accounting building, many stewards wore worried expressions, occasionally whispering to each other, all expressing dissatisfaction with Ghost Guest and Amanda Han.

In just a month, many medicine shops had no business to conduct. If this continued, their steward positions would inevitably be revoked.

Lan Qian sat at the head seat, took a sip of tea, and turned to Li Qing beside her, "Without rules, nothing can be accomplished. Even if he's the Master's personal disciple, we can't let him off lightly for cutting off everyone's income. The Gate Master is in seclusion, and all affairs of the Medicine Gate are managed by you and me. We need to be unified in our decision. If he can't produce the required profits later, even if we can't take action against him, we must expel him from the Medicine Gate. Are you willing?"

"I'll follow your lead," Li Qing smiled, then shifted the topic, "But what if he does produce it?"