"Get the medicine!"
Uncle Yaozi glanced at Wen Shi's complexion, noticing it looked fine, then turned to ask Yi Chichi, "Is it for treating an illness or just for health maintenance?"
"For health maintenance."
"Do you have a prescription?"
"Yes."
But the prescription can't be used indiscriminately; it has to be suitable for the symptoms.
"Uncle, you take his pulse first, and I'll identify the right solution."
Wen Shi looked puzzled, wondering if it was truly so complicated just to maintain his health.
"Didn't you say a medicinal diet would do, dear?"
"Yes, but you can't eat just any medicinal diet."
A medicinal diet emphasizes the medicine, with food as the supplement, working hand in hand.
Wen Shi uttered an "oh" hesitantly, asking, "Uncle Yaozi, have your medical skills improved?"
This rather ungracious question left Yi Chichi speechless, while Yaozi got angry and gave him a brisk slap on the back.
"You little rascal, do you not want me to improve?"
