Everyone could tell that the elderly woman was mocking Liu Qianze.
"Um, Doctor, is the fee expensive?" the elderly woman asked Chen Fan after mocking Liu Qianze.
Chen Fan shook his head, "About a few thousand yuan per dose, used once a month, so tens of thousands a year."
"Do I need to buy other medicine?" the elderly woman asked nervously.
She could scrape together tens of thousands of yuan if she sold everything she had, as long as her son could recover.
"No, just this ointment is enough. As for acupuncture, bring him here once a month," Chen Fan replied.
Hearing that it would only cost tens of thousands of yuan, the elderly woman's eyes welled up with tears again.
In the past few years, she had spent at least hundreds of thousands of yuan on her son's condition. Now that she knew tens of thousands could cure him, how could she not be excited?
"Doctor, can I buy the ointment here directly?" the elderly woman asked again.
"My medicine needs to be decocted, which might take a few hours. You can pick it up this afternoon."
"Okay, okay, I'll come back this afternoon then." The elderly woman nodded quickly and excitedly pushed Zhou Tao out of the psychiatric hospital, a long-lost smile on her face.
Seeing them leave, Chen Fan turned to go to lunch with Qin Shuran.
However, noticing Lian Wenxin's awkward expression, he asked playfully, "Director Lian, did you have something else to say? You seemed to have not finished your sentence earlier. Why don't you continue?"
Lian Wenxin felt a burning pain in his face. What else could he say now? To say more would be to slap himself in the face.
"What are you all standing here looking at? Don't you have work to do?!" Lian Wenxin, blushing, snapped at the surrounding doctors and nurses.
The doctors and nurses quickly dispersed.
Chen Fan's lips curved into a smile, and he went to the hospital cafeteria to eat with Qin Shuran.
"Can you really cure myasthenia gravis? Is that ointment you mentioned not another ancestral recipe of yours?" Qin Shuran asked Chen Fan curiously while eating in the cafeteria.
"Something like that, it's considered an ancestral recipe, but you've seen that ointment before."
Qin Shuran frowned slightly, as if she had thought of something, and looked at Chen Fan in surprise, "Are you talking about that really smelly, dark stuff?"
Chen Fan smiled and nodded, "That's right. It seems nothing can escape your notice."
Qin Shuran was speechless, "Is that stuff of yours really effective? If it doesn't work, that mother and son will be so heartbroken."
Chen Fan said, "It should be effective. Didn't I make him speak with my ancestral acupuncture technique?"
Qin Shuran felt a little more relieved. Chen Fan's acupuncture technique today had indeed surprised her.
After lunch, Chen Fan directly called Yin Ruiping, the owner of Lingzhitang, and asked him to prepare two portions of medicinal herbs, which were then sent to the psychiatric hospital.
Chen Fan borrowed the cafeteria's kitchen to decoct the medicine for Zhou Tao.
The head chef of the cafeteria, upon hearing that Chen Fan wanted to use the kitchen, agreed without hesitation. After all, if Chen Fan hadn't helped them clear their names last time, they might have all been fired by the hospital.
However, after Chen Fan started decocting the medicine, the head chef regretted it.
In the head chef's words, it was incredibly smelly!
Not only the entire kitchen, but the whole hospital cafeteria was filled with a strong stench, a smell that was like a combination of a sewer and a septic tank, then thrown into a pot.
If the head chef hadn't personally watched Chen Fan put the herbs into the clay pot, he would have thought Chen Fan had brought something from the toilet to cook.
The head chef, wearing more than ten layers of masks, still felt like he was going to vomit. Fortunately, the cafeteria was a certain distance from the outpatient building and the inpatient department.
Otherwise, all the doctors and nurses would have come to find trouble with Chen Fan.
"Dr. Chen, what are you cooking? It's too smelly!" the head chef couldn't help but ask Chen Fan.
Especially seeing Chen Fan daring to stand by the stove, so close to the clay pot, the head chef wanted to give Chen Fan a thumbs-up.
Chen Fan wiped away tears from the fumes and replied, "This is medicine for patients, a secret recipe from my hometown. It can increase muscle strength and improve muscle pain."
If Chen Fan hadn't been accustomed to the smell, he would have probably vomited from the fumes too.
"It can improve muscle pain?" the head chef asked in surprise.
He had heard that Chen Fan's medical skills were very high, and that he had even performed surgery on others. This made the head chef a little tempted. He rubbed his right arm.
He had been suffering from arm pain for more than a year due to daily wok tossing and chopping. However, no matter what kind of medicated plaster he applied, it had no effect.
"Dr. Chen, can you give me some to try later? I have an old problem with my arm, and it often hurts badly."
Chen Fan nodded in agreement, "Okay, this ointment will be ready soon. I'll let you try it later."
About an hour later, Chen Fan scraped out the ointment from the two clay pots.
One jar of ointment was put into a sealed container. For the other jar, Chen Fan mixed in a lot of clay to dilute the potency of the ointment.
The head chef couldn't wait and came to Chen Fan's side.
He endured the stench, his eyes watering from the fumes, stinging like cutting onions.
Chen Fan applied the ointment to the head chef's arm. He wanted to see if the diluted ointment still had its efficacy.
In an instant, the head chef's expression turned to shock, "Dr. Chen, my arm feels alternately cool and warm, and the sensation is very comfortable!"
Chen Fan nodded, "Let it scab naturally, then wash it clean."
The head chef waited. After about ten minutes, the originally black ointment had scabbed over.
He then eagerly placed his arm under the sink and rinsed it.
"Feel it, see if it still hurts," Chen Fan asked.
The head chef quickly went to the stove and lifted a wok with his right hand. What happened next left him dumbfounded, "It's miraculous, truly miraculous! Not only is the pain gone, but I feel my strength has increased a lot! Dr. Chen, I can now lift a wok with one hand!"
Chen Fan nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the diluted muscle-enhancing cream was still effective.
"Miraculous, Dr. Chen, with your ointment, I believe you could become the richest man in Jiangcheng within a year if you sold it commercially!" the head chef said excitedly, still recovering from his surprise.
Chen Fan smiled, "This is our ancestral recipe, and we will definitely not mass-produce and sell it."
"Yes, yes, yes, this kind of thing definitely shouldn't be sold. If everyone could buy it, how could it remain so precious?" the head chef nodded repeatedly.