"Such a good medicine, I'm afraid the secret recipe isn't shared, right?" Xiao Song said with a laugh, breaking the silence.
Formerly, there were very few medical texts, and what had been passed down were nothing more than a few medical books like the Inner Canon of Huangdi, Shen Nong's Herbal, and Treatise on Cold Pathogenic and Miscellaneous Diseases. Moreover, the doctors who owned these books treated them like treasured family heirlooms and kept them secret. Without medical books, one naturally had to dispense medicine according to prescriptions, which led to a zeal among doctors to collect medical formulas.
Doctor Zhou and the other doctor could not help but blush slightly. Naturally, they were not coveting the recipe, but as doctors encountering an extraordinarily effective prescription, they couldn't help but feel curious. After being called out by Xiao Song, it was inappropriate for them to continue inquiring.
