Bai pinned the route schedule to the market board. It listed each market stop, the ferry fee, the new scale rate, and the person who would receive each crate. He had left the patient names off the public copy. The clinic needed enough detail to follow the cargo, but the carriers did not need diagnoses.
Ning checked the destination column. “The roots are listed for the ordinary shelf. The cloth goes to the clinic store. No patient names here.”
Qinghe handed her the amount required for each medicine. “The clinic can publish quantities without telling people who needs them. If the guild questions the shipment, the receipt and the crate labels should match.”
“Then we need one copy for the carriers and one for the clinic,” Bai said. “The original stays with me.”
Yan stood beside the crates. “Everything in them is ordinary. We can unload as soon as the list is posted.”
A Registry clerk arrived before the market could clear. He wore a grey sash and carried a narrow document case. He read the board, then pointed to the supply schedule.
“These goods are restricted substances.”
Bai turned toward him. “Which listed ingredient requires a license?”
