Someone in the Heavenly Court Was Facing a Tribulation Again

"Chinese patent medicines are traditional herbal formulas processed using special techniques. You can give them straight to people to take, saving them the trouble of brewing the herbs. Much more convenient!"

As soon as Qin Fen finished speaking, Medicine Master froze. Now that was a fresh approach.

Then he stared blankly at Du Kang as a thought struck him. "But shouldn't we tailor our prescriptions to the circumstances and prescribe the most appropriate formula for each specific condition?" They had done things that way for years, so Qin Fen's words naturally prompted the question. This went against established practice.

Medicine? Chef Qin knew nothing about it. If he did, would he have needed to work as a security guard? But sound reasoning was something he certainly didn't lack.

"What's the point of treating illness, saving lives, and learning from past mistakes to prevent future ones? To relieve patients' suffering, isn't it? Have you ever heard the saying, 'Treat an illness while it's still mild'?"

No shit. At Qin Fen's words, Medicine Master looked as though he had swallowed a mouthful of crap. Everyone knew that, all right? "But different conditions require different quantities and proportions of medicinal ingredients." That was the crux of the problem. Put plainly, it still came down to a practice everyone followed.

"I know what you mean. Chinese patent medicines certainly aren't very flexible when it comes to targeting specific conditions, because the dosage stays fixed. But don't forget, their greatest advantages are convenience, adaptability, and broad application. Plenty of illnesses don't actually require a specially tailored prescription. The same medicine can be used in a wide range of cases. That's the advantage of Chinese patent medicines, and it's another kind of flexibility."

Flexibility? The fog in Medicine Master's mind suddenly burst apart. Exactly. Flexibility could