If Ju Jiahong's 100 grams was astonishing, then Li Xu's 250 grams was downright terrifying.
In the minds of most doctors, prescribing half a catty of raw gypsum wasn't treating the illness—it was freezing the patient to death.
"Dr. Li, are you intentionally butting heads with Director Ju?" Zhu Gaoyuan couldn't help but warn him. "This isn't the time to act out of spite. Even though raw gypsum is a mineral and is considered to have low toxicity nowadays, its extreme cold nature is very real. Half a catty of that medicine will likely extinguish whatever faint stomach Qi the patient has left right on the spot."
Ju Jiahong also frowned, a trace of doubt in his eyes. "Dr. Li, I understand your rationale for favoring large doses, but 250 grams truly defies common sense. The White Tiger Decoction is named as such precisely because it is ferocious. Isn't this dosage a bit too idealistic?"
