First Affiliated Hospital, ward building.
Zhang Qishan was already waiting early.
Yang Chen came over and handed the ten jars of brewed herbal medicine to Zhang Qishan, reminding him, "There are a total of ten jars, divide one into three doses, once a day. Once finished, there should be no problem."
Zhang Qishan respectfully accepted the herbs, appearing very cautious, as if afraid of breaking the potion.
"Then... the medical fees..." Zhang Qishan inquired.
Yang Chen thought for a moment and said lightly, "One jar for ten thousand, I'll ask you for it another day, prepare the cash."
"Yes!"
Yang Chen let Zhang Qishan leave and went to Chen Siyan's ICU room.
The nurse recognized Yang Chen and instructed him not to stay too long inside, then left.
Chen Siyan saw Yang Chen and called out, "Brother, you're here."
Seeing Chen Siyan's somewhat weak complexion, Yang Chen knew that the effect of this transplant might not be very good.
