Ye Shuangshuang took Zhang Jingguo's pulse, Zhang Jingguo sat opposite Ye Shuangshuang, feeling a bit worried: "Miss Shuangshuang, lately I've been feeling my energy is low, and my body is weak, could it be some illness?"
After examining the pulses on both of Zhang Jingguo's hands, Ye Shuangshuang reassured him: "Uncle, your pulse is good, no illness, your previous health issues have already healed.
The reason you feel your energy is low, and your body weak is simply due to the toll that the previous major illness took on your body; with some nurturing, you'll be fine, nothing serious.
Medicines are poisonous to some degree, I will prepare some medicinal recipes for you, Uncle, to take regularly. They say dietary remedies are better than medicinal ones, so it's best to take less medicine."
As Ye Shuangshuang spoke, she swiftly wrote down medicinal recipes. Her writing speed was fast, yet not in a messy way that would be hard to recognize, rather quite pleasing to the eye.
