"Or have the hospital prepare it for you, two bags every day, one in the morning and one in the evening,"
The female patient took the prescription Zhang Hao had written, glanced at it out of habit, and noticed that the handwriting was quite good.
She couldn't help but remark, "It seems that writing prescriptions in Chinese medicine is quite different from Western medicine. Over there, it's like hieroglyphics, but here in Chinese medicine, it's written very clearly."
Such compliments were of little significance to Zhang Hao, who would rather be told his prescription writing was good or his artistic flair was high.
The female patient couldn't help coughing twice; she had wanted to chat with Zhang Hao a bit more.
But her body couldn't take it, and she hurried off with the prescription in hand.
With her departure, the department immediately quieted down.
One patient after another came in, and Zhang Hao treated each with utmost seriousness.
