The female teacher nodded vigorously, her face alight as she watched Doudou.
Doudou waved her small hand, "It's just some minor ailments. How could I not recognize them? If I didn't, my dad would spank my bottom and think I'm useless, unworthy of inheriting his mantle."
She twisted around to grab her little backpack, took out paper and pen, wrote out a prescription, and stuffed it into the teacher's hand.
In all seriousness, she said, "Teacher, after you get back, take the medicine from this list for a few days, and your 'aunt flo' will be gone completely. Take it for one more day, and your head will be clear, no more pain."
"If you want to cut it off completely, about a week, that is, two courses of treatment."
"Also, stop staying up late. Staying up is not a sickness, but it can take a life."
Her words held great weight, ever more filled with the air of an experienced herbalist.
Everyone glanced at the piece of paper the teacher was holding.
