After sitting for a while, Chen Xuan remembered that he would treat Zheng Ang's injuries tomorrow; Zheng Ang's injuries were all over his body and could not be treated with acupuncture alone.
Chen Xuan thought for a while, then entered the bedroom and looked at the medicinal materials that Tang Qiuling had sent before, and found that there were not many left, not enough to refine a Shenyuan Pill.
"Let's go shopping with Zheng Ang tomorrow." Chen Xuan thought to himself, this time he wouldn't bother Tang Qiuling.
The next day, Chen Xuan arrived at the Shen Group Building and found Zheng Ang already standing at the gate waiting for him, looking a little reserved.
"Chen Xuan, you're here." When he saw his brother, Zheng Ang's face lit up with joy. With Chen Xuan here, he no longer had to be ignored by others.
Sure enough, when the security guards saw that Zheng Ang and Chen Xuan knew each other, they originally wanted to chase Zheng Ang away, but now they all stood back obediently.
Chen Xuan nodded and said: "Zheng Ang, let's buy medicinal materials first."
"Buying medicinal materials? Why don't we go up?" Zheng Ang was stunned when he heard this.
Chen Xuan smiled and said: "First buy medicine to treat your illness."
"But my injury cannot be cured in an instant. Even if you are a good doctor, brother, it will take several months to cure my injury, right?" Zheng Ang said with a wry smile.
Chen Xuan patted his shoulder and said, "Believe me, you can be cured within a day."
"Really?" Zheng Ang suddenly became excited. He had been discriminated against because of his lame leg. If Chen Xuan could really cure him in one day, it would be like reshaping his life.
"Let's go, you'll find out later."
Chen Xuan took Zheng Ang to the company parking lot and asked a group driver to take them to the largest Chinese herbal medicine store nearby.
The driver was familiar with the roads in this area and soon drove the two of them to a Chinese herbal medicine store called Youcaotang.
Although traditional Chinese medicine is in decline nowadays, this traditional Chinese medicine store is located in a busy commercial area, and there are still many people coming to buy medicine. There are dozens of customers coming in and out of the lobby.
Chen Xuan and Zheng Ang came to the counter, and a male clerk quickly greeted: "Boy, what medicine do you want to buy?"
"I want Ganoderma lucidum, ginseng, Tianshan snow lotus..." Chen Xuan listed more than a dozen precious Chinese medicinal materials in one breath, "three of each medicinal material, among which the ginseng must be more than a hundred years old."
When the male clerk heard this, his expression changed. These rare medicinal materials are usually sold by the gram, which costs tens of thousands per gram. This customer actually bought three of them as soon as he came. This was a million-dollar order for their store.
Business.
He didn't dare to neglect, so he turned around and told the shop owner.
The shop owner was about forty years old, slightly fat and smiling. After hearing the clerk's report, he immediately came to Chen Xuan and asked with a smile: "Sir, these rare medicinal materials you mentioned,
Our store basically has them all.”
"That's good, give it all to me now."
The shop owner laughed and said: "The ginseng you mentioned must be more than a hundred years old. Now the century-old ginseng has almost disappeared. Our Chinese medicine store is one of the best in Tianhai City. We only have one ginseng that is more than a hundred years old, and the rest are small.
For decades, I’m afraid it won’t meet your requirements.”
Chen Xuan pondered for a moment and then said: "It doesn't matter, just have one."
These amounts of medicinal materials were used to refine a Shenyuan Pill, which was enough to treat Zheng Ang's illness; the reason why Chen Xuan bought a few more copies was to prepare for emergencies.
"Okay, I'll have someone get the medicine for you right now." The store owner said cheerfully. This big business was worth half of his income for half a year.
After the clerk packed all the medicinal materials, the store owner typed out the list and handed it to Chen Xuan, smiling and saying: "Sir, the total is 2.8 million, thank you for your patronage."
"Two million and eight hundred thousand?" Zheng Ang's eyes widened when he heard this number.
Chen Xuan took a look at the list and saw that the century-old ginseng accounted for the bulk of the list, with a price of 1.5 million, and the other two ginseng plants that were several decades old together also cost hundreds of thousands.
It seems that the medicinal materials he requested from Tang Qiuling last time were worth tens of millions, because Tang Qiuling bought a lot of them at one time.
However, 2.8 million is nothing to Chen Xuan now, so he directly took out his bank card to settle the bill with his boss.
"Chen Xuan, it's not worth buying such expensive medicine to treat my illness, why don't you just forget about it?" The price of several million made Zheng Ang feel sick for Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan said with a smile: "If I can cure your injury, spending millions is nothing."
Zheng Ang was almost moved to tears when he heard this, and said gratefully: "Brother, thank you!"
Chen Xuan was about to speak when a group of people walked in from outside.
Seven or eight burly men in black suits came to the counter, surrounded by an old man in Tang suit. The old man asked: "Store owner, do you have century-old ginseng?"
Seeing that the other party had a good background, the shop owner asked about the century-old ginseng. He immediately said with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, there is only one century-old ginseng in our store, and it was just bought by this gentleman."
Following his words, the old man looked at Chen Xuan sharply and said unceremoniously: "How much does that century-old ginseng cost? I'll pay you double the price to buy it from you!"
"I won't sell it." Chen Xuan refused and took back the bank card that had been swiped.
The old man in Tang suit immediately frowned and said: "Young man, my name is Xiao Zhong. I believe you must have heard of my name. Give me this century-old ginseng. It will be a waste in your hands!"
Upon hearing this name, the expressions of the store owner and everyone in the lobby changed.
"It's actually Mr. Xiao, the famous pharmaceutical master in Yundong Province!"
"Xiao Laoke has developed many great tonics to strengthen the body and prolong life. Every time he develops a tonic, it is sold well throughout Yundong Province. There are even many rich people from all over China who want to buy it, and the supply exceeds the demand!"
"Yes, Mr. Xiao's tonics are so famous. The longevity ointment developed by our city's Shen Group is far from comparable!"
Hearing that so many people knew and praised him in a small Tianhai City, Xiao Zhong nodded with satisfaction and showed a proud smile.
Just when he thought Chen Xuan was going to give away the century-old ginseng, Chen Xuan said calmly: "I don't know you, and I won't waste a single cent of the ginseng in my hands."
"You!" Xiao Zhong frowned and his face darkened. He didn't expect that a young boy would dare to refuse him.
When the seven or eight big men in black suits behind him saw Mr. Xiao getting angry, they all looked at Chen Xuan with great pressure.
When everyone saw this scene, they all secretly thought that this boy was in bad luck for daring to offend Mr. Xiao.
"Sir, I think you should give up the century-old ginseng to Mr. Xiao. Two plants that are several decades old are enough." The shop owner also advised, looking nervous.
Chen Xuan sneered and said: "Century ginseng, I'm on a first-come, first-served basis. It's not like I haven't paid, so why should I give it to others?"
"Hmph, you don't know what's good for you!" Xiao Zhong said in a deep voice, "Do you know what I bought this century-old ginseng for?"
