Zhou Zhenhui looked up at Gu Jiaojiao, confused, and waited expectantly for her to continue.
Gu Jiaojiao didn't disappoint him. "The process for making traditional Chinese patent medicine is too cumbersome. It takes a lot of time and, more importantly, a lot of capital.
There are many miraculous formulas in Chinese medicine, and their effects are even more potent when they're refined purely by hand.
In the next day or two, I'll use Chinese herbs to make some medicine pills for stomach ailments, pain relief, and the like, and give them to you.
Take them back for your grandfather to try. They should help his stomach condition and lead to a swift improvement."
Gu Jiaojiao wasn't bragging. With the Spiritual Spring in her possession, even treating mid-stage stomach cancer was no problem.
'As for late-stage cancer, she hadn't tried that yet!'
Besides, she was still full of confidence in the medicine pills she made to treat mid-stage cancer!
