"I never say I'm not sure, but my method may be a little slow. Based on your current condition, it may take a year. If my food supplies hadn't been confiscated, taking medicine and acupuncture for half a year would be enough."
"A year has passed so quickly. To be honest, I've already planned to be buried with this disease. Doctor Zhou, thank you! Thank you so much!"
Xiang Zhong excitedly held Uncle Zhou's hand, tears welling up in his eyes.
He thought he only had a few years to live, but now someone told him that he could recover in a year. It was impossible not to be excited.
"If we hadn't run into Changlin and his wife a while ago, we wouldn't have had the chance to meet here. Please don't say those polite words."
Uncle Zhou's tone was relaxed. He was happy that he could help them and that his profession was respected.
He hadn't treated any patients for many years, and he really enjoyed the process of using what he had learned to save others.
"It's all fate!"
He nodded to the middle, feeling filled with emotion.
Uncle Zhou nodded in agreement. "Who says it's not true? I'll write you a prescription. You can find a way to get the medicine and drink it on time and in the right amount."
"Okay. Thank you for your help, sir."
He nodded to Changlin and took out a paper from his pocket.
Uncle Zhou smiled when he saw this and said, "You have prepared everything."
He really had no paper and pen at home, and he had originally planned to give his statement orally and let Xiang Changlin memorize it, but he didn't expect that Xiang Changlin had brought his own paper and pen.
Xiang Changlin also laughed, "I did this just in case, and now it's in use!"
Uncle Zhou nodded, took the paper and pen and began to write the prescription.
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