Gu Fang looked at the two small bottles, which together contained only a fingernail-sized amount of oily liquid. A sense of urgency arose, and his tone carried obvious tension and worry: "We've only just started preparing the third batch, but twenty patients are already waiting in the main hall. Will they have to wait a long time? Should we let some of them in first and see them in batches?"
"Huh?" Lin Yi looked up from the apparatus in her hands, somewhat puzzled. "Why in batches? Let them all come in at once. We have enough allicin."
Gu Fang's gaze fell again on the pitifully small amount of allicin. He found it hard to believe that this quantity could suffice for twenty patients. He tried to express his doubts tactfully: "Is this... enough for twenty people?"
"It's enough, Husband." Lin Yi put down what she was holding, walked over to him, and explained patiently, "In general, when someone is sick and takes medicine, they take the active ingredients. For allicin, an intake of just 40 milligrams a day is enough to handle most symptoms. Perhaps you still don't have a concept of 40 milligrams, Husband. Let me describe it this way: one drop of oil is roughly 0.1 grams, which is 100 milligrams."
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