"Let me take a look." Ye Chen stepped forward and carefully examined Cheng Tong. Seeing that there was nothing seriously wrong, he relaxed.
Ye Chen took a small ceramic medicine jar from his pocket and handed it to Cheng Tong. "These are pain-relief pills. Take one once a day. They'll relieve the pain."
"There's something this good? Thanks, Brother Chen." Cheng Tong hurriedly accepted the little ceramic jar with a smile, poured out a small pill, and popped it straight into his mouth.
Cheng Tong never questioned anything Ye Chen gave him.
Ye Chen looked helpless. Cheng Tong was far too impatient—he had taken the medicine before Ye Chen had even finished explaining. Thankfully, the pills could be taken either before or after meals.
Bai Feifei poured Cheng Tong a cup of warm water and handed it to him.
After swallowing the pill with the warm water, Cheng Tong looked at the little ceramic jar and asked, "There are only three? Didn't the doctor say I'd need about a week before I could be discharged?"
"Mm. With the doctor's treatment and the pills I gave you, you should be discharged in three days," Ye Chen replied.
Aside from spending time with his wife and child, writing songs, and managing investments, Ye Chen kept himself busy at home concocting all kinds of pills.
There was no way he could waste the extraordinary medical skills the system had given him. The little pills he made for treating injuries and nourishing the body might not be as miraculous as the system's, but their effects were still beyond comparison with ordinary medicine.
Cheng Tong was the first to try these little pills, which could relieve pain and promote wound healing.
Though there were only three tiny pills, every herb used in them was top-grade.