Huang Hongying was immediately startled, "What does this mean?"
Huang Jialin gave a wry smile, "Wasn't I worried about my uncle's health, afraid that there might be something wrong with the prescription? So this morning, while no one was paying attention, I secretly called my older brother and told him about it. My older brother didn't believe it was true either, and copied down the prescription to go to National Medical Hall to find Professor Gong Qiyun."
"Is that the same old TCM doctor who treated my dad before?" Huang Hongying had heard this name before; it seemed that many years ago, this person had treated her father's leg, but neither traditional Chinese acupuncture nor herbal medicine were of any help."
Huang Jialin nodded, "Yes, that professor. My older brother found him and explained the situation, and also handed him the prescription to look at. Guess what happened?"
"What happened?" Huang Hongying pressed.