"Really?" Li Guohua looked at Zhang Yan in disbelief.

"Brother, it only takes me two minutes to write a prescription and half an hour to cook a medicine. Whether it has any effect will be known in half an hour." Zhang Yan was still gentle and spoke to Li Guohua in a soft voice.

Zhang Yan's attitude relieved Li Guohua's somewhat anxious mood.

A kind word can warm you up in winter.

When doctors treat patients and save lives, they not only rely on acupuncture and medicine, but also, very importantly, language.

There is a famous saying in Western medicine: Sometimes, to cure; often, to help; always, to comfort.

The doctor's words are a good medicine.

With good use of this good medicine, serious illnesses can be cured.

"Thank you, doctor!" Li Guohua's eyes were red, he stood up and bowed deeply to Zhang Yan.

What a life he has been living this past year!

I worry about my body every day and have to pretend to be happy.

"Brother, you're welcome. Our doctors' responsibility is to treat illnesses and save lives.

If you feel any discomfort in the future, you must go to the hospital in time and never treat yourself again.

You said, if you treat the disease yourself, why do you need our doctors to do anything?" Zhang Yan helped Li Guohua up and said to him with a smile.

"I know! I won't do it again!" Li Guohua blushed and murmured.

This time he really learned his lesson. It was because he treated himself and prescribed medicine. As a result, the disease could be cured with just one medicine, but he had to put it off for more than a year.

Now that I think about it, I deserve what I have suffered for more than a year.

"Xiao Zhao, boil this medicine and divide it into three doses. Let the elder brother drink one dose first." Zhang Yan wrote the prescription and handed it to Zhao Shengli.

"Okay, Brother Zhang!" Zhao Shengli took the prescription out with admiration and went out to grab the medicine and boil it.
Chapter completed!