For traditional Chinese medicine to be inherited and developed, it could not be kept hidden away.
If everyone kept things to themselves and calculated only for their own benefit, then when a doctor passed away, a certain illness might become incurable. If this continued, traditional Chinese medicine would sooner or later head down the path of extinction.
If one encountered someone of upright character who sincerely put patients first, teaching them was also the right thing to do.
"I have no objections. Such a good prescription really should be passed on, so patients like me can suffer a little less too." Unable to make sense of it himself, He Aiguo handed all the prescriptions in his hand to Tao Ming.
Tao Ming took the prescription and glanced over it, his heart filled with shock. He muttered, "How have I never seen this prescription before? Can it really cure the soreness caused by old injuries acting up on rainy days?"
"Let me see too." Tao Bingbing hurriedly leaned over. After carefully studying the prescription Ye Chen had written, her face was likewise full of shock.
Tao Bingbing had possessed an astonishing memory since childhood. The medical books she had read, stacked together, would be taller than she was, yet she had never seen anyone prescribe a formula like Ye Chen's.
"This is my first time seeing this prescription too, but several of the herbs in it, when combined, do indeed have the effect of promoting tissue growth and relieving pain." Tao Bingbing frowned slightly.
Tao Ming nodded repeatedly. "Indeed. Mr. Ye, how did you come up with such an excellent prescription? If it works, it could be passed down for generations and compiled into medical texts."
The prescription had just been provided by the system, and Ye Chen had no idea