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I have already made seventeen doses of decoction. I go there once every three days. I drive hundreds of miles and walk back at half past five in the morning. I boil the medicine, boil the medicine, drink the medicine, drink the medicine. I really can’t. I'm willing to do it at night, but I'm really exhausted. I'm too busy and can't rest. No matter how bad my stomach is, I'll be exhausted. In a few days, the mountains will be closed due to heavy snowfall, and I won't be able to go there. The good news is that I finally managed to catch a cold while taking traditional Chinese medicine. I have a slight fever, mad. I will take a day off to recover my blood.