Chu Yang gave a faint smile and said, "Hehe, don't worry, I'll prescribe a medicine for your daughter, and she'll be fine after taking it for two weeks."
Song Wenhao looked at Chu Yang, "Really?"
Chu Yang chuckled, "Of course, it's true."
"We've been classmates for so many years, would I really need to lie to you?"
Song Wenhao thought about it and finally nodded, "Mhm, I believe you."
Chu Yang asked, "Do you have paper and pen?"
Song Wenhao nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I'll go get them."
Song Wenhao brought over paper and pen and gave them to Chu Yang.
Chu Yang wrote down a prescription and handed it to Song Wenhao, "Get the medicine according to the prescription, and it'll be fine after two weeks."
Song Wenhao looked at the prescription Chu Yang had given him, and his face began to look somewhat upset.
His daughter had been taking traditional Chinese medicine for over a year, so Song Wenhao was very familiar with the prices.