"Lu Lang~"
At the sight of Lu Zheng, even Liu Qingyan's long, curved lashes seemed to smile.
Lu Zheng nodded, then greeted Old Man Liu and Du YueYao as well. "I got back this morning and came over to have a look."
"There's nothing much to see here. We can handle the work. Go to Le Ping Teahouse and listen to some storytelling. Come back at noon and eat with us," Liu Qingyan said with a smile.
Lu Zheng neither agreed nor disagreed. He simply went to sit beside Liu Qingyan. Not far away sat Du YueYao, who was likewise consulting with patients.
"I have nothing to do either. I'll help you write the prescriptions while I'm at it," Lu Zheng said.
Liu Qingyan smiled without speaking. The middle-aged woman being treated in front of her chuckled. "Young Master Lu wants to keep you company!"
Du YueYao beside them also giggled, a trace of envy flashing through her eyes. But...
"Yue Yao, what are you spacing out for? Aren't you writing a prescription? Tell me."
Lu Zheng had already prepared the paper and brush. Seeing Du YueYao lost in thought, he could not help urging her.
"Oh, oh! All right, all right!" Du YueYao jolted back to her senses. She hurriedly put away the sheet of paper she had only half pulled out, then began reciting the prescription to Lu Zheng.
"Three large kansui roots, twelve pinellia tubers, boiled in one sheng of water until half remains, then strained; five peony roots; one finger-sized piece of licorice.
Boil these four ingredients in two sheng of water until half a sheng remains, then strain. Add a small amount of honey, decoct until eight he remain, and take two he daily after meals."
Du YueYao finished speaking, and Lu Zheng finished writing.