What kind of 50-year-old white ginseng is this? It's obviously only ten years.
"Hey, how can you talk? What happened to our business?"
The guy was unhappy when he heard it. Could this person be here to cause trouble?
Su Li glanced at him lightly, without saying much, and walked around the store casually, looking at the quality and price of the medicinal materials.
When the boy saw that Su Li had no intention of buying it, he snorted disdainfully.
"Tch! If you can't afford it, then why are you pretending!"
The voice penetrated into Su Li's ears. Su Li raised her eyebrows and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
At this moment, a group of people walked in at the door.
The man at the head was dressed in rich clothes, with a big belly and a slightly raised mustache on his face, pretending to be inscrutable.
The moment he entered the door, Mustache secretly exchanged a skillful look with the shopkeeper at the drug store counter.
¡°Just right here, I smelled the smell of 50-year-old white ginseng in this house before I entered the door, it¡¯s unmistakable!¡±
Mustache said, striding into the door of the drug store.
A group of people filed in behind him. One of them had a tear-stained face and a haggard appearance. He seemed to be in great pain and sorrow.
Hearing Mustache¡¯s affirmative voice, I was so excited that I burst into tears.
"Thank you, Doctor Yang, thank you, Doctor Yang! As long as we find this 50-year-old white ginseng, will my son be saved?"
The man spoke with a trembling voice and a trembling voice.
All his hopes lie in his seriously ill son.
Su Li followed his sad eyes.
"I saw two young and strong men carrying a stretcher among a group of people behind him.
Lying on the stretcher was a young man.
At this moment, he seemed to have fallen into a coma and was unconscious.
The man with a mustache, who was called Doctor Yang, stretched out his hand and pinched the beard around his mouth, and said "hmm" in a protracted tone.
"Yes, yes! As long as you have fifty-year-old white cloud ginseng, your son's disease can be cured!"
¡°Great, great!¡±
The middle-aged man trembled with excitement, exclaimed a few words, and looked nervously at the shopkeeper here.
"Shopkeeper, do you really have fifty-year-old white ginseng here?"
The shopkeeper had already walked out of the counter very cooperatively, waved the waiter to go down, and greeted him personally.
Nodding towards the middle-aged man.
"nature!"
When the other people following the team heard this, they immediately started talking about it.
"I really got Baiyun Ginseng for fifty years! Doctor Yang is really a miracle doctor. He was able to determine the cause of this kid's illness with just a few looks."
¡°That¡¯s right, you can tell that there are 50-year-old white ginseng in this store just by smelling it. Who among us can do that?¡±
"That's right! I have been collecting medicinal herbs for so many years, and it is impossible to tell the age of white cloud ginseng by its smell."
Everyone¡¯s expectant eyes fell on the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper smiled slightly and quickly led everyone to the counter.
Pointing to the white cloud ginseng that Su Li had previously held in her hand and looking at, she said.
"This is a fifty-year-old white cloud ginseng, priced at five thousand spirit stones."
After the shopkeeper finished speaking, everyone¡¯s eyes fell on the white ginseng.
It is also difficult for them to see white ginseng obtained in the 1950s.
This white ginseng looks fat and fat, but it does grow very well. This is a fifty-year-old white ginseng!
When he saw that the shopkeeper really had it, the middle-aged man hurriedly said.
"This, this is the medicine that saved my son's life! I got the white ginseng in the fifties. Can the shopkeeper give it to me at a cheaper price?"
The middle-aged man¡¯s face was troubled.
Five thousand spirit stones were almost all the money they scraped together after losing their entire fortune. If they could only buy this white ginseng, they would have to sleep on the streets and drink the northwest wind.
"Five thousand spirit stones are already very cheap for fifty-year-old white cloud ginseng."
"Ask Dr. Yang, I have never asked for a random price!"
¡°If you don¡¯t believe it, you can go and have a look elsewhere.¡±
"However, apart from my Qin's Pharmacy, there is no one else selling the fifty-year-old white ginseng, so think about it!"
"What if someone else buys it later, your son"
The shopkeeper glanced at the person on the stretcher behind the middle-aged man.
The words are not finished yet, but the meaning of the words is already clear.
If it is bought by someone else, it will be gone!
The middle-aged man¡¯s face was troubled, and while hesitating, a voice suddenly emerged from the crowd.
"I want this fifty-year-old white ginseng!"
Everyone was startled and looked along the line of sight, only to see another person walking out of the crowd and heading straight over here.
"Shopkeeper, my wife also needs this fifty-year-old white cloud ginseng. I want five thousand spiritual stones. Please help me wrap them up!"
The man was very neat and did not bother to negotiate the price. He just waved his hand and asked for it to be wrapped.
"this¡¡"
The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, looked at the middle-aged man, and then at the person who came after him.
"This white ginseng was first mentioned by this guest, and I am not good either"
Before the shopkeeper finished speaking, the man became a little impatient.
"Isn't he not going to buy it? If he doesn't buy it, why don't he let others buy it? Hey, do you want to buy it or not? If not, I will buy it!"
The man looked at the middle-aged man fiercely.
When the middle-aged man heard this, he felt anxious. This white ginseng was his son's life. If it was bought by someone else, what would his son do?
¡°I, I buy it, I buy it, this is the medicine that can save my son¡¯s life, no matter how expensive it is, I will buy it!¡±
"Shopkeeper, you, wrap it up for me."
The middle-aged man had tears in his eyes.
All his hopes are on his son. Not to mention 5,000 spiritual stones, even 6,000 spiritual stones, he has to buy!
Doctor Yang also said that white cloud ginseng aged fifty years is hard to come by but hard to find. If it is bought by others, it will be gone.
The shopkeeper laughed when he heard this.
"Okay, okay! I'll wrap it up for you right now."
The shopkeeper said and reached out to pick up the white ginseng. The moment he turned around, he looked at the man in the crowd who had just bid for the white ginseng and smiled knowingly.
The middle-aged man lowered his head and burst into tears, wondering where he could find something fishy in this.
Over there, the doctor with a mustache patted the middle-aged man's shoulder gently and comforted him in a slow voice.
"There is nothing we can do about it. Only this white ginseng can save your son's life." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com