Xiao Yao finished speaking and wrote a prescription for Ding Jianjun and his family. It was all common medicinal herbs, essentially just a restorative recipe.
Ding Jianjun and his wife gratefully clutched the prescription, repeatedly thanking her, "Thank you, Miss Xiao Yao, thank you, Miss Xiao Yao!"
Ding Hao, lying in bed, also kept thanking her, "Thank you, Xiao Yao!" Without Xiao Yao, they feared they might have had to lie in bed for a lifetime. Although he couldn't move around for these three days and felt itchy and numb, it was a minor difficulty he could overcome compared to a lifetime in bed.
"Uncle Ding, Auntie, just call me Xiao Yao. Don't keep saying 'Miss Xiao Yao.' It sounds so awkward to me!" Xiao Yao said helplessly. She had mentioned this before, but they had not changed their ways, "Ding Hao and I are classmates and friends. Just call me Xiao Yao."
"Alright then, Xiao Yao!" Ding Jianjun didn't delay any longer.
