Su Xiaowan looked at Doctor Zhang's anxious expression and said with a smile, "Don't worry, we can check it when we arrive at the place."
Hearing this, Doctor Zhang rubbed his hands together excitedly; for doctors like him, dealing with such things was their life's pursuit. He was trained in both Chinese and Western medicine, so his diagnosis and prescription practices were dialectical.
Su Xiaowan's family trusted this man deeply. Every time they found old medicinal herbs, they would go to him, no matter if it was day or night, or even early in the morning, which Doctor Zhang had gotten used to.
But he had never encountered anything as old as three hundred years before. These things were already rare and had to be consumed carefully because once they were gone, the following season would be tough. This time, the herb was several times larger than previous ones and was also much older; he wondered if it could be continuously used.
