"Uncle Yang, what kind of anti-inflammatory medicine is it? Can you write down the name for me?" said Beisitian.
Although Yang Wulang still didn't believe Beisitian was a Chinese medicine practitioner like her father, seeing her demonstration made him realize she wasn't completely inexperienced in the field, so he wrote down the anti-inflammatory medicine for her.
"This anti-inflammatory medicine is quite expensive." Yang Wulang sighed, thinking about how Luo Er's family couldn't even afford it if they sold everything.
He thought for a while and walked out of the room.
Yang Wulang pulled Ma aside and whispered a few words.
Ma immediately widened her eyes and shook her face. "No way!"
"You've seen the situation here. Without the anti-inflammatory medicine, this child might not make it," said Yang Wulang.
