Sure enough, three minutes later, Zhao Yuan, who was responsible for taking the pulse, let go of his hand. Frowning, he said, "Old Master Huang’s condition is less of an illness and more of a nervous breakdown caused by the intrusion of damp evil into the body. This is quite troublesome; it will require at least three months of recuperation."
"Oh! Can you stabilize my father's condition, Mr. Zhao?" Huang Yangsheng’s eyes lit up.
"Although it is troublesome, it is possible." Zhao Yuan nodded. "I will write out a few prescriptions. Have your people get the medicine, brew it, and feed it to Old Master Huang at the scheduled times."
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