"What good idea?" An Hao wondered, what good idea could he possibly have?
"Since it's not easy to conceive, then let's do it a few times! Increasing the frequency should always improve the chances of conception, right?" Qin Jian said with a mischievous smile, "It's like shooting targets, the more shots you take, the more likely you are to hit the bullseye."
"Qin Jian, you're so bad!" An Hao said, blushing and exasperated by his words, "Who talks like that? We're discussing medication, and you're bringing up 'shooting targets.'"
"Am I wrong?" Qin Jian pinched her rosy cheeks.
An Hao shook her head, "There's a saying, 'More haste, less speed.' Haven't you heard of it? You're all too anxious. It's not like we can't get pregnant, what's the rush?"
"Fine. No rush. I'll talk to mom about not making you drink so much. But you need to know, drinking Chinese medicine isn't just for easy conception, an important aspect is that it's good for your health too. So, you must persist."