"Alright, continue the treatment. Your body will slowly recover," Wang Yao said.
It was true that the disease was getting better. After a combination of acupuncture and drug treatment, the tumor had not spread and was growing smaller. This was an improvement.
"Yes, this is all thanks to you."
"We are all from the same village, so this is my duty," Wang Yao said as he put away the silver needles.
"We are all done. Go home and rest. You should have already taken most of the prescription I gave you before. I'll go and prepare more for you. Ask Brother Zecheng to come and get them when he has the time."
"Sure."
The old man left with a smile on his face.
"He is indeed a lot better!" Wang Yao recorded Wang Yilong's physical recovery on his diagnostic record.
"If this keeps up, he will probably recover within three months!"
