Wu Buwei quickly left and returned, but his hands were empty when he came back; he wasn't carrying anything. When he re-entered the room, he looked at Du Heng with embarrassment. "Senior Brother, how do you prepare the Antelope Musk Antispasmodic Powder? Doctor Shi said he doesn't know either."
Du Heng helplessly slapped his forehead. "Antelope horn, musk, scorpion tail, and centipede, ground into a powder medicine. It has the effects of clearing heat, extinguishing wind, dispersing lung phlegm, and relieving convulsions. By the way, add an extra 0.3 grams of musk."
Du Heng recited the prescription, and Wu Buwei listened attentively. Still, he scratched his head and asked, "Let me just ask, Senior Brother, there's already musk in the prescription, why add more?"
