AnTaotaodidn'tknowwhatwasgoingonbetweenthematall.Shejustfeltthattheircheckingspeedwasalittleslow,muchslowerthanothertraditionalChinesemedicine.
"Leaders,didIwritesomethingwrong?"AnTaotaocouldn'thelpasking.
Theleadersshooktheirheadsandsaid,"no,youdidagoodjob.Next,wewillcheckthemedicineyouhavetaken."
AnTaotaoraisedherlips.Sheknewshewouldn'tmakeamistake.
Theleadersbegantocheckandfoundthatthemedicinesheprescribewascorrect,andtherewasnomistakeinthequantity.Everystepwasperfect,andnoonecouldfindanythingwrong.
Shenotonlywrotedownthecauseofdisease,butalsowroteaperfectprescription.Thequantityofthemedicinewasnotwrong,evenbetterthanthosewhoclaimedtobeoldChinesemedicine.
No,severaltimes!
Antaotao'slittlefacewasverybeautifulandyoung,butshehadtorelyontalent.Itseemedthathiswifewasnotasdisgustingandunworthyasshethought.
Seeingthattheywereallinadaze,AnTaotaocouldn'thelpbutask,"isitbecauseofmywrongdoseorthewrongherbs?"