After the prescription was handed out, Du Heng instructed Wu Buwei, "Boil 120g snake tongue grass and 120g prunella into a concentrated decoction. Stop at 600 milliliters. Also, tell the nurse to administer the dose in three separate times."
Wu Buwei, looking at the prescription full of toxic herbs, was already unfazed. "Alright, Senior Brother, I understand."
After Wu Buwei left, the sound of chaotic footsteps echoed in the hallway.
Du Heng lifted his head to see that it was already noon.
But he seemed to have overworked his brain today, as he didn't really feel like eating. Therefore, he didn't move and just closed his eyes to rest in the office, thinking about the two prescriptions he had just written.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"Dean, hurry up and eat."
Yu Haiting walked in cheerfully with a lunch box in one hand. "I didn't see you in the Canteen. I saw your lunch box still in the usual spot, so I figured you were here."
He then placed Du Heng's lunch box in front of him.
