The next treatment was to dredge the channels and collaterals to expel remnant toxicity that had gone deep into the organs and consolidate the fundamentals. The general treatment ideas were clear despite the complicated symptoms.
What about the medication? There it was. That old man wanted to keep his capacity, but it was a little bit hard.
Wang Yao went didn't go to bed until midnight again.
The next morning was sunny but a little windy.
Zhou Wuyi was standing by the window with the aid of his crutches. He sighed seeing the bald trees outside.
"Winter is always bleak."
Winter was like him, it lacked vigor. "Alas," he sighed again.
"Uncle, Doctor Wang is coming," Zhou Xiong said.
Wang Yao came with his Blood Deblocking Powder and regather soup that he had boiled.
"Hello, sir."
"Hello, Doctor Wang."
