Guo’s father, second uncle and fourth uncle came to the hospital again in the afternoon. When they learned that Yuan Danqiu came to apologize and compensate in person, they all felt very incredible and kept saying, “Not all rich people are bastards.” Guo Dalu, Guo Tingkai and Guo Qing looked at each other in anger.

"Now that everything has been solved, I will rest with peace of mind. Dad, you, your second uncle and fourth uncle, go back. I'll just stay here and watch." Guo Daluodao.

Guo Qing and Guo Tingkai were also urging their father to go home. Although they have grown up now, they still feel restrained when they are with their father.

Dad Guo said, "Okay, let's go back first. It's useless to watch here, and it will make you feel uncomfortable."

The second uncle and the fourth uncle had always been able to pass by Guo Dalu, but they didn't say much, so they gave a few words of advice and went home with Guo's father.

"You guys are here, I'll go and dispense the medicine." Guo Dalu said, turning around and leaving the ward and heading straight to the Chinese medicine department.

Guo Dalu wanted to give Guo Qing a pair of ointments that are both domestic and external, called "Sheng Gu San". The prescription includes about fifteen medicinal materials. However, when Guo Dalu reported the medicinal materials with the staff of the Ministry of Traditional Chinese Medicine, there were two kinds of medicinal materials, and the staff had never heard of them.

"Is it because so long that these two medicinal herbs have disappeared?" Guo Dalu frowned, muttered in his heart, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Then let's change it to bone shatter and bone-egging fairy peach grass."

After taking the medicine, Guo Dalu rented a medicine jar and liquefied gas to prepare the medicine.

Originally, the Ministry of Traditional Chinese Medicine could boil medicine for patients for free, but how could Guo Dalu feel at ease to hand over the lost ointment of "Sheng Gu San" to others for cooking?

From a certain perspective, boiling medicine is more personal than cooking. If the same ingredients are made by different chefs, the taste will definitely be different. If the same medicine is made by different doctors, the effect will be even worse, and the error will be huge.

Of course, compared with liquefied gas, the effect of boiling medicines for specific wood is better, but the conditions are not up to the point, so I can only give it a little. After Guo Qing and Guo Ting were discharged from the hospital and returned home, he would boil it with charcoal fire to make a few medicines.

Preparing medicine, adding water, raising fire, timing... Guo Dalu has repeated similar processes thousands of times in the dream world. Now he has reached the state of having no scales in his hand and having scales in his heart. With a grab, he can accurately judge the weight of Chinese herbal medicines in his hand.

Two and a half hours later, the ointment was formed, and the lid of the medicine jar was opened. A smell of traditional Chinese medicine came to his nose. Guo Dalu took a sip, slight the smell of the work, and then nodded with satisfaction, "Although it has not reached the most pure level, the results are already pretty good."

Guo Dalu brought the ointment to the ward, first rinsed half a bowl of boiling water for Guo Qing to take oral, then applied the remaining part to the fractured leg, wrapped gauze, and then fixed it with an iron frame.

"Brother Qing, how do you feel? The medicine on Dalu smells quite fragrant." Guo Tingkai asked.

"It's so good, it's so bitter." Guo Qing said, and took an apple, but it was taken away by Guo Dalu.

"Don't eat anything within an hour." Guo Dalu said as he ate a bite of the apple hard.

"Dalu, you are cruel..."

Guo Ting smiled and asked Guo Dalu again: "Dalu, look at your skillful and professional movements just now, like an old driver. When did you learn Chinese medicine?"

Guo Dalu smiled proudly and said, "I said it was in a dream, do you believe it?"

"Damn~"

"It's from medical books that you think I'm proficient in craftsmanship, probably because I have a carpenter skills." Guo Dalu explained casually.

Guo Tingkai did not continue to ask questions, looked up at the ceiling and said, "It's so boring to be hospitalized. I just counted the flowers on the curtains, and there were a total of 226 flowers."

Guo Qing turned his head and looked at the curtains and said, "Then I will count them later. Let's see if you count them correctly?"

Guo Dalu: "..."

"By the way, Dalu, what medicine do you apply to my legs? It feels so cool."

"Just the thing you just drank."

"What?"

After about ten minutes, Guo Dalu listened closely to Guo Qing's legs for a while, and unexpectedly heard a subtle "cracking" sound - "Sheng Gu San" began to take effect.

Three days later, at Guo Dalu's suggestion, Guo Qing took another X-ray of the leg. Guo Qing's attending physician was shocked for a long time after seeing the new film.

He changed the old film, compared it with the new film, and said incredibly: "There are signs of healing around him. How is this possible? Only a few days?"

Guo Dalu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

The attending doctor put down the two films, turned to look at Guo Dalu, and asked, "What medicine do you use?"

"The Ministry of Traditional Chinese Medicine has records, you can find out if you go and check it."

The attending doctor nodded, then closed the office door, walked to Guo Dalu, and lowered his voice and asked, "Brother, do you sell this prescription?" He only knew the medicinal materials, but did not know the configuration and the method of boiling were also useless.

"Ah?" Guo Dalu was stunned.

"I know this is a taboo, especially our traditional Chinese medicine, which attaches great importance to this inheritance..."

"Doctor Xu, you misunderstood..." Guo Dalu hurriedly continued, "My prescription is nothing great. If you want it, I will write it to you. Anyway, I will be ready to make this prescription public again."

"Open?" Dr. Xu looked at Guo Dalu in confusion.

"Yes, if one person knows something like a prescription, one person may suffer less."

The miraculous doctors in Chinese history have worked hard to write their medical experience and summarized prescriptions into books, and have been passed down to later generations, but none of them are for selling money.

"...That's not necessarily true. If it weren't for professionals, the antidote might have been boiled into poison. If it wasn't for the time being, it would harm people if it didn't work."

Guo Dalu smiled and said, "Of course I won't publish the risky prescriptions. The medicinal materials needed for this Shenggu San are benign, and there will be no sinister reactions between them."

Dr. Xu smiled helplessly, shook his head, and said, "Even so, I can't take your prescription directly. Otherwise, you write me the prescription and I will apply to waive the hospitalization fee for your three friends."

"Okay." Guo Dalu had a lot of prescriptions that were hard to buy in his mind. This "Sheng Gu San" was a drop in the bucket. Moreover, even if others got the prescription, it would be difficult for them to get the same ointment as him.

In the afternoon, a strange young woman came to the ward where Guo Qing and Guo Ting came, bringing a bouquet of flowers and a basket of fruits.

"I came to visit you on behalf of Chairman Yuan." The woman probably received the strict order from Yuan Danqiu, and her attitude was impeccable. In addition, she was beautiful, and the atmosphere in the entire ward was rippling.

"Chairman Yuan is in love, Miss Li, thank you for your hard work." Guo Dalu's dream world has been around for a hundred years and is knowledgeable, so he naturally acts more natural than Guo Qing and Guo Tingkai.

"Not working hard..." Miss Li smiled sweetly and said, "By the way, Mr. Guo, the chairman asked me to give you a message. He will go to Yanjing tomorrow to attend a very important meeting. I don't know how many days he will stay in Yanjing. He is worried that he will miss the date agreed with you at that time, so he specially asked me to tell you first...

Then, he hopes to keep Mr. Guo’s contact information and contact you personally when he comes back from Yanjing, so as to determine a new time and send someone to pick you up.”

Guo Dalu nodded and wrote the number to Miss Li. It was a bit rude to reject the beauty.

Guo Qing and Guo Tingkai stayed in the hospital for another three days and were officially discharged.
Chapter completed!