Even a fool can tell that the person this aunt is sarcastic about is Liu Qianze.
"Um, doctor, is this expensive?" After the aunt finished mocking Liu Qianze, she looked at Chen Fan and asked.
Chen Fan shook his head: "A pair of medicine costs about a few thousand yuan. If you use it once a month, it costs tens of thousands of yuan a year."
"Do I need to buy other medicines?" the aunt asked nervously.
She could still scrape together tens of thousands of dollars by selling money, as long as her son could return to normal.
"No, just use this ointment. As for acupuncture, just bring him here once a month." Chen Fan responded.
When the aunt heard that it only cost tens of thousands of yuan, she was so excited that she burst into tears again.
In the past few years, her son had spent at least hundreds of thousands on treating this disease. Now that she knew that tens of thousands of dollars could make her son recover, how could she not be excited.
"Doctor, can I just buy the ointment here?" the aunt asked again.
"My medicine needs to be brewed, which may take a few hours. You can just come and get it in the afternoon."
"Okay, okay, then I'll come and get it in the afternoon." The aunt nodded quickly and pushed Zhou Tao out of the mental hospital excitedly, with a long-lost smile on her face.
When Chen Fan saw the two leaving, he turned around and prepared to go to dinner with Qin Shuran.
However, seeing Lian Wenxin's embarrassed look, he asked jokingly: "Director Lian, do you have any other orders?"
"By the way, it seems that you haven't finished what you said just now. How about you continue?"
Lian Wenxin felt a burning pain in his face. What else could he say now? Besides, wouldn't he just slap himself in the face?!
"You are standing here looking at nothing, don't you have to work?!" Lian Wenxin blushed and scolded the doctors and nurses around him.
The doctors and nurses quickly dispersed.
The corner of Chen Fan's mouth curled up, and he and Qin Shuran went to the hospital cafeteria to eat.
"Can you really cure myasthenia gravis? Isn't that ointment you mentioned another ancestral prescription of yours?" Qin Shuran asked Chen Fan doubtfully while eating in the cafeteria.
"It's almost like an ancestral prescription, but you've also seen that ointment."
Qin Shuran frowned slightly, as if she had thought of something, and looked at Chen Fan in surprise: "Isn't that the particularly smelly and black thing you are talking about?"
Chen Fan smiled and nodded: "That's right, it seems I can't hide anything from you."
Qin Shuran was speechless: "Is that thing of yours useful? If it doesn't work, how sad the mother and son will be."
Chen Fan said: "It should be useful. I used the acupuncture passed down from my ancestors to make him speak."
Qin Shuran felt a little more relieved now. Chen Fan's acupuncture technique today really surprised her.
After lunch, Chen Fan directly called Yin Ruiping, the owner of Lingzhi Hall, and asked him to prepare two batches of medicinal materials and send them directly to the mental hospital.
Chen Fan borrowed the kitchen in the cafeteria to boil medicine for Zhou Tao.
When the head chef of the original cafeteria heard that Chen Fan wanted to use the kitchen, he agreed without saying a word. After all, if Chen Fan hadn't helped them get rid of the suspicion in time last time, I'm afraid all of them would have been expelled from the hospital.
But when Chen Fan started brewing the medicine, the chef regretted it.
In the words of the head chef, it really stinks!
Not only the entire kitchen, but also the entire hospital canteen was filled with a strong stench. The smell was like a combination of sewer and septic pit, and then they were thrown into the pot.
If the head chef hadn't personally watched Chen Fan throw the medicinal ingredients into the casserole, he might have thought that Chen Fan went to the toilet to get something to cook.
The head chef was wearing more than ten layers of masks, but he still felt nauseous and wanted to feel sick to his stomach. Fortunately, the cafeteria was a certain distance away from the outpatient building and the inpatient department.
Otherwise, I'm afraid all the doctors and nurses will have to come here to cause trouble for Chen Fan.
"Doctor Chen, what are you cooking? Isn't it too smelly?" The head chef couldn't help but ask Chen Fan.
Especially when he saw Chen Fan dare to stand next to the stove, so close to the casserole, the head chef wanted to give Chen Fan a thumbs up.
Chen Fan wiped away his tears and responded: "This is medicine for patients. It is a secret recipe from our hometown that can increase muscle strength and improve muscle pain."
If Chen Fan hadn't been used to this smell, he would probably be vomiting now.
"Can this improve muscle pain?" The chef was a little surprised.
In fact, he had also heard that Chen Fan's medical skills were very high and he had also performed surgeries on others. This made the chef a little cautious and rubbed his right arm.
He used a spoon to chop vegetables every day. The pain in his arm had not lasted for a year or two, but no matter what plaster he applied, it had no effect at all.
"Dr. Chen, please give me some to try later. I have some old problems with my arm and it often hurts badly."
Chen Fan nodded and agreed: "Okay, the ointment will be ready soon. I'll give it to you to try later."
After waiting for about another hour, Chen Fan scraped out all the ointment from the two casseroles.
One of the jars of ointment was put into a sealed jar, and Chen Fan mixed a lot of clay into the other jar of ointment in order to dilute the potency of the ointment.
The head chef could not wait to come to Chen Fan's side.
I endured the stench, my tears turned red, and it was as painful as chopping onions.
Chen Fan smeared the ointment on the chef's arm. He also wanted to see if the diluted ointment still had the potency.
In just a moment, the head chef showed a shocked expression: "Dr. Chen, my arm feels cold and hot, and it feels very comfortable!"
Chen Fan nodded: "Just wait for it to scab naturally and then clean it."
The head chef waited for time. After about ten minutes, the originally dark ointment had already formed scabs.
Then he couldn't wait to put his arm on the sink and rinse it.
"Feel it and see if it still hurts." Chen Fan asked.
The chef hurriedly came to the stove and tipped the cooking pot with his right hand. The next scene made the chef stunned: "It's amazing, it's amazing! Not only is the pain gone, but I feel that my strength has also increased."
Quite a bit! Dr. Chen, I can now lift a cooking pot with one hand!"
Chen Fan nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the diluted muscle-building cream could still be used.
"It's amazing, Dr. Chen. I feel like if you sell this ointment to the outside world, you can become the richest man in Jiangcheng within a year!" The head chef said excitedly before he could recover from the surprise.
Chen Fan smiled: "This is a prescription handed down from our ancestors, and it will definitely not be produced and sold in batches."
"Yes, yes, this kind of thing must not be sold. If everyone can buy it, how can it become a treasure?" The head chef nodded repeatedly.