"Even if it is nourishing, it is best to take less medicine."

The woman nodded repeatedly when she heard this, and saw Lin Miao holding a pen, she quickly waved her hand.

"I'll listen to you."

Lin Miao smiled, "If you are worried, come back in a month."

"I'll take a look for you."

"Okay," the woman stood up and deliberately remembered Lin Miao's appearance.

If you grow up so old and don’t prescribe medicine to patients, this person is still the number one.

Wang Qin looked at the patient out coldly and said, "If you don't prescribe medicine like this, how can our department generate income?"

"No income, do you want everyone to drink the northwest wind?"

Lin Miao collected the prescription and glanced at him lightly.

"I went to the hospital, but I didn't hear anyone's instructions that I had to prescribe medicine to patients who were not sick."
Chapter completed!