Despite the disappointment, the attending physician and hospital president were keenly aware of how valuable the medicine was.
Apart from the formula, production time, as well as balance among herbs, all of these required a lot of accuracy. Also, since it was Chinese medicine, it was harder to make it than Western medication, which could be mass produced in factories.
Medicines like this, which demanded special techniques to produce them, were low in volume, and hence, priceless.
Since the attending physician and hospital president knew they would not be able to squeeze any more information out of Huo Yao, they got up to leave from there.
The room door opened at that time and He Xiaoman's expression instantly altered when she spotted the attending physician and hospital president in her mother's room.
Without bothering about Huo Yao's presence, she anxiously looked at them. "Is there something wrong with my mother again?"
