Chen Baoshen prescribed a formula, using nine ingredients, five of which Chiang Xiao had given him.
"Yiping, go and get the remaining medicine, then personally prepare the decoction." Chen Baoshen handed the bamboo basket to Chen Yiping.
He naturally trusted Chen Yiping.
"Hurry." He added, though his heart was filled with uncertainty.
Preparing the medicine takes time, but looking at Old Master Jiang now, it seems he can't wait much longer.
He was afraid that the medicine wouldn't be ready before Old Master Jiang passed away.
"Yes." Chen Yiping opened the lid of the bamboo basket, and saw a small package on top, stunned for a moment, took it up first, "Uncle, is this also one of the ingredients?"
Chen Baoshen hadn't opened this basket on the way, and now upon seeing the small paper package, he was momentarily taken aback, "Open it and see."
Chen Yiping immediately unwrapped the paper package.
Immediately, a fragrant ginseng aroma wafted out.
