Wang Xiufang returned home with her son. Without a moment's delay, she skillfully washed the herbs for the second prescription and placed them in a clay pot.
She turned on the gas stove. As the herbs tumbled in the boiling pot, a rich, bitter aroma soon filled the entire house.
While the medicine was brewing,
her phone rang. The caller ID showed "Dr. Dong."
"Hello, Professor Dong."
Wang Xiufang's voice was filled with joy.
"Ms. Wang, how is your son doing? Did Dr. Li give you another new prescription?"
Dong Chen asked, getting straight to the point.
"Yes, yes. Dr. Li's medical skills are truly brilliant! My son's pleural effusion is completely gone, his shortness of breath has eased a lot, and his spirits are much better."
Wang Xiufang gushed, pouring out every detail of Ai Shenbing's improvement.
"This is truly great news. Dr. Li really is a Divine Physician."
Dong Chen offered repeated compliments over the phone, but inwardly, he sneered.
