Uncle Yaozi realized there was ambiguity in his words and quickly corrected himself, "No, I mean why do you need antler velvet for treatment."
"For making medicine."
Yi Chichi kept it brief, "Wen Shi wrote to me about a special case, asking if I had any ideas. I thought I'd try making some medicine."
Uncle Yaozi had a confused expression, "You haven't even seen the patient, and you're already diagnosing them?"
"It's not going to kill anyone."
Yi Chichi was straightforward, "Besides, the symptoms Wen Shi described are identical to a case I saw before."
The only difference, if any, would be the age gap between the two cases.
The case described by Wen Shi involved a 21-year-old, while the one she witnessed was over forty.
So, she felt quite at ease.
"Plus, even if the medicine is sent there, they might not even use it."
What if the case is into Western medicine?
Uncle Yaozi stared at her for a long while, still uneasy, "Do you have a prescription?"
