Wang Yao had an idea. He hoped that in the future, he would be able to organize the knowledge he gained from the patients he treated and create a medical book, just like Sang Guzi. He already liked the profession of pharmacists. He hoped to pass it on and carry it forward.
After finishing those things, it was after 6 p.m. He went to have dinner. Afterward, he went up the mountain early to prepare the medicinal materials. That night, he decocted drugs to treat Du Feng's heart damage.
In the process of making the medicine, Wang Yao thought of the intermittent cream that had just been produced. I don't know if this intermittent cream can have any effect on this kind of disease. Since it was said to be able to recover the gap, it should also have a certain effect on such a disease.
The night was quiet, and the lights were dim.
Wang Zecheng couldn't sleep.
"What's up?" his wife asked.