Chapter 36: Qiao Ying gave Ming old price wild ginseng

Chapter 36

“Shouldn’t be.” Qin Yan said finished speaking didn’t hurry to walk, but looked at Qin Hanyue, wanted to speak but hesitated.

Qin Hanyue: "What do you want to say?" Then lowered his head to look at the file.

After thinking about it, Qin Yan said what was on his mind: “Qin, do you think this girl will take advantage of the Qin family and Feng Teng's support for her and then act unscrupulously?”

Qin Hanyue neither coldly nor indifferently asked him in return: “What, is Yuke's life not worth this price?”

Qin Yan was shocked, knowing that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly said, “I didn't mean that, just that, it's the Mountain Water Group today, what about next time? I'm just worried that if we keep helping her clean up the stall, it will have unnecessary effects on you and the Qin family."

Qin Hanyue: "So you think our Qin family should be ungrateful to the lifesaver?"

"No." Qin Yan didn't dare to speak in fright.

"She doesn't look like someone who likes to make trouble. Even if she really messes up, do you think I, Qin Hanyue, can't handle it?"

"No matter how smart and bold, she can't make too much waves in a small Yun City. You overestimate her too much." Qin Hanyue glanced at him, "Go do your job."

The next day, Qiao Ying arrived in the Capital City.

After leaving the airport, Qiao Ying took a taxi straight to her destination.

Ming Shan Hall - the nationally renowned Chinese medicine store, Older Ming who consulted in the store, was a national-level old doctor, a titan in the Chinese medicine field, and had a pivotal status in the entire medical field.

As soon as she entered the door, Qiao Ying smelled the familiar smell of medicine.

Behind the long counter, there were two huge brown medicine shelves on both sides, with medicines arranged neatly in grids.

The pharmacy was large, and a little medicine boy was cutting medicine. Seeing a customer come in, he looked up and asked, "Seeing a doctor or grabbing medicine?"

"Grabbing medicine." Qiao Ying took out a prescription.

This was the medicine to grab for Qiao Yi.

The little medicine boy took it and found that the medicinal properties of several medicines were too strong, so he asked Qiao Ying, "Which doctor wrote the prescription? What is it used to treat?"

"To clear blood vessels and activate blood flow." Qiao Ying said randomly.

"How old is the patient? What are the symptoms?" The little medicine boy asked again.

"Is Older Ming not in the store?" Qiao Ying asked back instead.

The little medicine boy looked at Qiao Ying, then said, "Wait for me for a moment." Then he took the prescription and went into the innermost tea room.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit holding the prescription walked out.

"Is this your prescription?" The middle-aged man asked.

Qiao Ying said directly: "Just tell me if you can sell these medicines or not."

"Of course I can. But do you know how rare and precious the two hundred-year-old wild ginseng on your prescription is? This is something that money can't buy." The middle-aged man said.

"Since I came here, I naturally know that your store has it. Just tell me how much it costs."

"Yes, I came to pick up something and grab some medicine."

Seeing that it was really Qiao Ying, Older Ming immediately asked the two security guards behind Qiao Ying: "She's my customer, what are you doing?"

The two security guards looked at Older Ming and then at the middle-aged man. Under the hint of the middle-aged man's eyes, the security guards slipped away back to their posts.

"I've already prepared what you want, I'll give it to you in a bit." Older Ming patted the back of his assistant who was carrying an old-fashioned wooden medicine box made of wood.

"What medicine do you need to grab? Let me grab it for you first."

"No need, can't afford it." Qiao Ying smiled bitterly, but her eyes deliberately glanced at the middle-aged man.

The latter's face changed slightly as he glared back at Qiao Ying.

Older Ming frowned. The prices of Chinese medicines vary greatly, from a few dollars to thousands per dose. Although thousands per dose is indeed expensive for ordinary people, the thing Qiao Ying asked from him was worth nearly 3 million. How could she not be able to afford the medicine?

"Do you have a prescription? Let me take a look."

"Here." Qiao Ying looked at the ground.

Older Ming didn't understand, but followed her gaze. He saw a piece of paper lying quietly on the ground.

Older Ming guessed that Qiao Ying might have had an unpleasant encounter with his apprentice just now, and he looked at the middle-aged man with slight annoyance.

The middle-aged man lowered his head without saying a word.

The assistant picked up the prescription and handed it to Older Ming to read.

After reading the prescription, Older Ming's face showed amazement. Holding the prescription, he excitedly asked Qiao Ying, "Who wrote this prescription?"

Older Ming had been studying Chinese medicine for decades. This was the first time he knew that these medicines could be combined and used like this.

"Sorry, can't say."

Older Ming immediately looked disappointed, but he thought this was someone else's stuff, so it was improper for him to ask like that.

He could only regretfully put away his curiosity: "You just said you couldn't afford it, which medicine were you referring to?"

Qiao Ying: "The 200-year-old wild ginseng."

Upon hearing this, Older Ming immediately held up the prescription and questioned his apprentice and the little medicine boy: "Didn't I say that those two wild ginseng roots were for emergencies? If a patient needs them, we provide them for free. How many times have I told you not to take them out to sell?"

Qiao Ying was wearing a hoodie with big pockets. She had her hands in her pockets and chuckled lightly: "Free provision? That uncle said it was 15 million per root."

"You..." Older Ming was so angry that his hand shook when he heard this.

These two extremely rare century-old wild ginseng roots were given to him by a little friend two years ago. The stuff was too precious, he didn't dare accept it for free.

But the other party simply didn't care at all, and threw the two priceless wild ginseng roots away like snacks.

At that time, Older Ming had assured the other party that as long as someone needed these two wild ginseng roots, he would provide them for free.

He would never sell them at high prices to the rich for health preservation.

What Older Ming didn't know was that Qiao Ying, who was in front of him at this moment, was the same little friend who had given him the stuff back then.