The next day, at the furniture factory.
Master carpenter Zhang Daquan arrived early. When he saw his beloved apprentice sauntering over after being absent for two days, he hurriedly called out to him.
Once Wang Yan came closer, he said happily, "Wang Yan, that prescription of yours really works."
"Of course it does. You think I'd lie to you?"
"Is there anything else we need to watch out for?" Zhang Daquan asked nervously. "How long does she need to take it?"
"The dosage I prescribed is for three days. Once she finishes it, that's it. But she needs proper nutrition—fish and meat can't stop. She needs to make up for what her body's lacking. She'll probably need to keep eating well for another half month or so. After that, a little fat in her diet will be enough. She won't need lavish meals anymore, and her milk supply should hold up. Since the medicine is effective enough, there shouldn't be a problem for two or three months. By then, there'll be no need for medicine. In those two months, I should be able to get some formula. If her milk isn't enough, the formula can make up for it. Add some rice soup too, and the child won't go hungry."
"Ah, now I can finally relax." Zhang Daquan let out a long breath.
His eldest son had given him two granddaughters, while his second son had finally had a boy. Though New China had been established for twenty years, the old folks' traditional thinking had yet to change. Not just then—even decades later, such things still existed. The poorer the place, the more people cared about it.
He said, "Formula isn't easy to get. You front the money first, and I'll pay you back all at once later."
"Fine. We'll