Wang Qin wasn't ready to give up.
She came to ask Li Xu about the foxtail grass again.
Li Xu patiently explained, "Aunt Wang, the vision-improving effects of ordinary foxtail grass are indeed limited. However, there might be some special varieties in the mountains that work better. For now, don't have Zhang He drink it. We can talk again if I come across any of those special types."
He didn't make any definitive promises.
Today's intelligence report mentioned a small patch of mutant foxtail grass in the foothills of Niuti Mountain.
It was said to be quite effective.
But it could only relieve eye fatigue.
It was useful for pseudomyopia.
If Zhang He already had true myopia, even the most potent foxtail grass would be useless.
"Aunt Wang, you should take Zhang He to the hospital for a check-up to see if it's pseudomyopia. If it is, there's still a chance to fix it."
After seeing Wang Qin off, Li Xu began to seriously consider a trip into the mountains.
