Xinyan smiled and said, "It can’t be that fast, but the herbs are all prepared. I’ll brew them when it gets cooler."
Actually, the hot weather is one thing, but the main reason is that once you brew this medicine, the courtyard will smell of herbal medicine. Some people can’t stand the smell, and it’s almost mealtime, so it’s better to brew it later.
As she spoke, she went inside and poured a cup of warm water: "Dad, have some water. There’s one more dish and then we can eat."
She doesn’t know how to take a pulse, but having heard Su Jingsong talk about Han Jingchen’s condition, she knows that besides lung disease, her father’s hidden illnesses are also quite serious. In the past two days since she returned, she would bring him a cup of water every day, mixed with some Space Stream Water. She doesn’t know if it can cure his illnesses, but it’s definitely not harmful to his body.
This made her a bit conflicted about her previous choices.
Logically, with the Space Stream Water and the books in the space, studying medicine would have been the best choice. But she lived too hard in her past life, and in this life, she just wants to live freely and unrestrained.
In her past life, she knew she had a talent for languages, and ever since she got the space, frequently drinking the Space Stream Water, her memory has become almost photographic, so she directly applied to the Western Language Department, thinking to minor in design or economics later on.
It seems she has to put in more effort. To treat someone effectively, one must at least know medicine, right? At the very least, you need to know how to take a pulse. Sometimes the same symptoms might not be the same illness, and using the wrong prescriptions could harm people.
With this realization, Xinyan thought of what her father said before: "Dad, about that renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor you mentioned before, when can you introduce me?"
Han Jingchen looked at his daughter: "Have you made up your mind?"
Xinyan nodded seriously and said, "My master indeed taught me a lot, but not much actual medical knowledge. I can only try to use the prescriptions left for different symptoms. It’s somewhat passive. Anyway, my memory is quite good, so learning shouldn’t be too hard."
Han Jingchen felt both gratified and a bit concerned: "You don’t necessarily have to learn right now. You can wait until after you graduate from college. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself."
Xinyan understood his meaning: "Dad, don’t worry. I’ll try to adjust my learning schedule."
Han Jingchen knew his daughter had made up her mind: "Alright, I’ll get in touch in the next few days. I’ll let you know when there’s news."
As they settled this, Sister Chen had just finished the last dish: "Time to eat."
Xinyan stood up to help Sister Chen set the table and called into the house: "Jinxuan, it’s time to eat."
She turned and looked at Han Jingchen: "Dad, where’s Uncle Su?"
Han Jingchen, who had just washed his hands, was drying them: "A distant relative of his had something come up, so he went over there for the evening."
Once they were seated, Han Jingchen began to talk about Chu Zhenhua’s situation. Only then did Xinyan realize that her Second Brother had found out a lot of things by the afternoon, and those people wouldn’t be able to jump around for much longer.
Han Jingchen turned to look at his daughter: "By the way, after applying your ointment, how long before that Miss can return to the stage?"
Xinyan thought to herself that with regular ointment, it would naturally take longer as it takes time for scars to fall off. But if she added some Space Stream Water while making the ointment, she reckoned that the girl could probably return to the art troupe before the National Day performance.
However, she didn’t make any big promises because she was using this medicine for the first time: "I really can’t guarantee that."