Only the medicines approved by the hospital are safe to use. Even if they come from Tang Yuxin's hands and are based on ancient recipes, it doesn't necessarily mean they are indeed good medicines.
"Look who's talking about being cultured."
Ren Li walked over and immediately pointed out Tang Zhinian's lack of education, "Who was it that could barely recognize a few words back then?"
"I write very well now," Tang Zhinian straightened his back, proud to be a person of culture. Over the past few years, he hadn't slacked off in his private studies. Although he had only attended elementary school for a year or two and had only been able to write his name, so what?
He was now a cultured man, and when he wrote his name, there was a hint of the style of a calligraphy master.
Keep dreaming.
Ren Li snorted dismissively. Being uneducated was just that—no education. She sat down and gently touched the children's small cheeks.