Upon hearing this, Du Heng leaned forward and patted the man's shoulder. "It's good that you've come to terms with it. Life must go on. As for the guilt you feel toward your daughter, don't just suppress it. You can work harder to make her life better; that's how you can truly make amends. Besides, you're only 28 years old, in the prime of your youth and strength. What's there to be afraid of? Just put your head down and get to work."
Du Heng wasn't sure if his words were helpful, but the man nodded. "I understand, Doctor. I'll adjust slowly." Then the man hesitated again. "Um... Doctor, is the medicine you're prescribing expensive?"
Du Heng smiled, picked up his pen and paper, and started writing. "Not expensive. One course of medicine might be just over thirty yuan, and you'll only need to take five doses."
The man finally breathed a sigh of relief, his expression visibly brightening. "Thank you, Doctor." He then took the written prescription and prepared to leave.
