Dr. Zheng, in accordance with the agreed-upon time, made another house call to treat Zhao Erhu, "Young lady, you have taken great care of your husband. The patient's condition has stabilized for the most part, but I'm afraid he's not likely to wake up anytime soon. You must be well aware of this. There's no need to change the prescription this time; just continue with the medication given last time for another three days, and then I will adjust the prescription for the patient."
Lin Yue weighed the three light packets of medicine in her hand, worth three taels of silver. Her heart bled as she handed over the money for the medication. She counted what was left in her hand, only to find a little over three hundred coins remaining. That wouldn't be enough for the next batch of medicine, and the supply of rice, flour, oil, and salt at home was low. Furthermore, she needed to simmer broth daily to nourish Zhao Erhu's body, and each of these necessities required money.
