Du Heng carefully considered this. It was somewhat unrealistic for him to specially prepare several batches of ointment for Li Qin. After all, making it would take ten to twenty hours, a process that was both time-consuming and labor-intensive. Moreover, the most important issue was the lack of a suitable place.
Seeing Du Heng remain silent, the refined-looking man spoke first, "Doctor Du, is there some difficulty?"
Du Heng looked at him and nodded. "Yes, there are some difficulties. It's quite time-consuming, and I don't have a place to brew the ointment."
"Can't it be done here?"
"Where exactly do you mean by 'here'? A patient's room? The hospital's decoction room? Or the hospital's specialized ointment preparation area?"
"Any of those would work."
