Ding Yingying watched as Su Wen furiously scribbled, one prescription after another being written and then crumpled up by Su Wen into a ball, discarded into the wastebasket.
He was not worried about the effectiveness of the medicine, but he had a premonition that this infectious disease might not be a small-scale outbreak; he had to consider the cost.
"We need medicine that most people can afford for this situation."
After several revisions, Su Wen finally confirmed the formula. Now he just needed to prepare the medicine and take it home to brew after closing the shop.
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Early the next day, Su Wen returned to the pharmacy with two gourds full of medicine granules, well-prepared.
