The next morning, as soon as the sun came out, Wang Yao lit the firewood to brew decoctions.
"The ancient spring water and multifunctional pot make such a big difference." he thought.
If this equipment would have been available in Dali a few days ago, it would have been much easier to brew the decoctions, and the decoctions would have been more effective.
The cottage was filled with the crackling sound of the firewood. The smell of herbs drifted out. Wang Yao put herbs into the pot one by one. The color of the decoction gradually changed as did the taste.
Wang Yao made himself a cup of tea. He sat down to watch the pot on the fire. Time gradually passed as the flame danced.
Meanwhile, Wang Zecheng arrived at Wang Yao's clinic.
"How come he's still not back yet?" Wang Zecheng had been to the clinic twice that morning. If he didn't know Wang Yao so well, he would have gone to his house right away.
