After the old lady and the patients were asked to leave, Mu Shaoling said, "There's no need for the rest to stay, prepare some medicinal ingredients for me first, I need to make some medicine."
"Didn't you say you haven't figured out how to cure it yet?" Ye Zi'an asked, puzzled.
"Are you stupid? I may not have figured it out specifically, but I know a bit. Without prescribing medicine, should I just watch them die?"
This person really is stupid. Don't they know physicians always speak cautiously? Even if certain of ten parts they'll claim eight, and with such unknown diseases, with not a shred of certainty, could he declare he knows the cure?
After a pause, he continued, "Actually, I've been researching ever since Auntie Hong died and have come up with a medicine. Before there was no subject to test it on, so I didn't know its effects. These people are going to die sooner or later anyway, might as well try this medicine on them."
