"When will it improve?" Jiang Ling's husband asked from the side. He still remembers the words of the attending doctor at Donghai People's Hospital.

"There will be a better tomorrow. You can have a meal tomorrow." Tang Ao said.

"So fast?" Jiang Ling's husband asked in disbelief.

"As long as the prescription is right, the effect will be very fast. If it fails for three days, it will prove that the prescription is wrong. Either change the prescription or change the doctor." Tang Ao said.

"Thank you," said Jiang Ling's husband.

"My sister Jiang and I are colleagues, so there is no need to be so polite. This is my contact information. If there is anything, you can call me." Tang Ao reported a series of numbers.

Jiang Ling's husband wrote down.

"Okay! Sister Jiang, you can rest assured at home. Eat and drink, and keep a good mood." Tang Ao said.

"Well. You have been busy for so long. Let's have dinner at home at noon." Jiang Ling invited.

"No. I want to go back to the company." Tang Ao said this, paused for a moment, and said to Jiang Ling's husband: "Brother, make some millet porridge for Sister Jiang and give her the layer of oil film."

"Okay." Jiang Ling's husband said.

"What does that layer of oil film have?" Jiang Ling couldn't help asking.

"That layer of oil film is specially designed to protect the stomach. It will have a certain helping effect on your illness." Tang Ao explained.

"So that's how it is." Jiang Ling nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay. It's time for me to leave. Goodbye, kid." Tang Ao said.

"Goodbye Uncle."

Then, Tang Ao left here and drove back to the company.

He came directly to the Administration.

When everyone saw him come back, they gathered around him all at once.

"Brother Tang, how is Sister Jiang now?" Ding Yao asked impatiently.

"It's pretty good. I've given all the money you asked me to bring. By the way, you don't have to go to the hospital to see her at noon." Tang Ao said.

"Ah? Why?" asked another colleague, Song Jia.

"She has gone home." Tang Ao replied.

"Go home? Tang Ao, aren't you scaring us? Could it be that she is sick..." Ding Yao said this, and burst into tears.

The colleagues around her were infected by her and tears also flowed down her face.

"Hey! What are you doing! Sister Jiang is fine! I asked her to go home!" Tang Ao saw everyone crying and said quickly.

"What? Did you ask her to go home? What did you ask her to go home?" Everyone was surprised when they heard the news.

"It's useless for her to stay in the hospital, so it's better to go home. At least at home, it's quiet and suitable for recuperation." Tang Ao shrugged and said.

"Brother Tang, are you okay? If she goes home, don't you need to treat her illness?" Ding Yao asked with her eyes wide open.

"Treat! Of course, the disease must be treated!" Tang Ao said.

"How to treat it when you go home? The doctor goes to her house every day?" Song Jia guessed.

"It seems that the hospital does not provide such services. Don't worry, listen to me and say it slowly." Tang Ao said.

"Brother Tang, everyone is almost in a hurry! Don't keep it in your mouth! Tell me quickly!" Ding Yao urged.

"After I went there, I helped her take her pulse. Her disease was not very serious. According to Western medicine, it was an early stage of gastric cancer. I went to buy herbal medicine and asked her husband to cook it for her at home. In addition, I helped her with acupuncture. At most, her disease would be cured in one week." Tang Ao said.

Everyone looked at each other, with shock on their faces.

"Brother Tang, this is not something you made up for? Everyone is in a bad mood now, so don't joke around." Ding Yao asked.

"Of course not. If you don't believe it, you can call Sister Jiang to verify." Tang Ao said seriously.

"Really? Then I'll call her now." Song Jia said as she picked up her cell phone.

"Fight." Tang Ao smiled slightly and said.

Then, Song Jia called Jiang Ling and asked for verification.

Sure enough, what Jiang Ling said was exactly the same as what Tang Ao said.

After hanging up the phone, Song Jia asked Tang Ao: "Do you still know Chinese medicine?"

"Actually, I know. I have been learning it for more than ten years." Tang Ao said.

"More than ten years? When did you start studying? Even if you start studying in college, it will not be ten years." Another colleague, Lina, asked.

"I have never been to college. After I graduated from high school, I went to the army. To be precise, my time studying medicine was from the age of five to eighteen." Tang Ao replied.

"Five years old? Oh my god! You started to come into contact with such complicated things at such a young age? Can you understand?" Song Jia's expression seemed exaggerated.

"It doesn't matter if I can't understand it. At the beginning, my only learning goal was to distinguish various herbs, recognize and understand the uses of these herbs." Tang Ao said.

"Who taught you your medical skills?" Guan Lina asked.

"Master, why do you know so well?" Tang Ao asked with a smile.

"I'm curious. Brother Tang, since you can take your pulse, can you help me? See what problems I have." Guan Lina asked.

"And I am!" Ding Yao said.

Everyone became interested all of a sudden.

"It's afternoon. I'll go to Mr. Su's place. In the afternoon, I'll help you take your pulse." Tang Ao said.

"Okay! Keep your word!" Ding Yao said.

"Don't worry. A gentleman's words are as good as he can." Tang Ao said with a smile.

Everyone dispersed.

At this time, Lu Xueqi walked out of the office.

She said to Tang Ao: "You come out with me."

Tang Ao nodded and followed him to the door.

"Jiang Ling's illness is really not serious?" Lu Xueqi asked.

"Well. The early stage of gastric cancer is not serious. Even if you go to Western medicine, at worst, it is to remove the entire stomach, and people will definitely not die." Tang Ao replied.

"Do you really understand medical skills?" Lu Xueqi continued.

"Well. I have really learned from my master for more than ten years." Tang Ao replied.

"Your master knows a lot." Lu Xueqi smiled.

"It's okay. He actually doesn't know much. The main thing is to teach me kung fu and medical skills." Tang Ao said.

"I'm not teaching you these things? Whether it's Kung Fu or medical skills, you can live a life of food and clothing without worries. What else do you want?" Lu Xueqi rolled his eyes and said.

"What I said is. The two skills the master taught me are really fine, and it's okay to make a living." Tang Ao smiled.

"So, be content with being a human being. Do you really take their pulse in the afternoon?" Lu Xueqi asked.

"Of course it's true. I'm a man who spits out and spits, and I must do what I promise others." Tang Ao said.
Chapter completed!