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Chapter 1853 I have two hundred years of Rhodiola rosea

After Ning Chen left the two of them, he went straight to the medicinal street.

As soon as he entered, several bosses immediately came to greet him and surrounded him with smiles.

"Boss Ning, are you here again?"

"Boss Ning, how much are you going to charge today?"

"Hey, Boss Ning, after what you said yesterday, I will go and collect medicinal materials for you right away."

They had been waiting here early in the morning, waiting for Ning Chen to come to the door.

Are you charging a low price and selling them at a high price, or are these inferior medicinal materials that cannot be sold in the first place?

Ning Chen nodded and waved his hand: "No matter how many there are, I will take them all."

After a while, several large bags of medicinal materials were piled at Ning Chen's feet.

Several bosses gathered together, with uncontrollable joy on their faces.

"Hahahaha, they're all sold!"

"This kid is really ignorant!"

"That's right, with him here, we can clear out all the inventory!"

Ning Chen packed up the medicinal materials and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a young man and woman walked into the medicinal street with a middle-aged man.

"Everyone, if any store has century-old Rhodiola rosea, we will accept it no matter how much it costs!"

As soon as the young woman came in, she spoke directly, which attracted the owners of the medicine shop to rush back to their stores to look for it.

However, after a while, all the bosses came out helplessly.

"No, this lady."

"There are rhodiola rosea, but they are not 100 years old."

"Yes, this century-old Rhodiola rosea is not that easy to find."

The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead and was about to say something when he suddenly swayed and fell to the ground with a "plop".

"Sir! What's wrong with you, sir?"

"Dad, wake up!"

The young men and women were shocked and hurriedly knelt down to check on the middle-aged man.

"Don't panic, don't panic, let me take a look, I know some medical skills."

A medicine store owner squeezed out, knelt down next to the middle-aged man, raised his hand and held his wrist.

After a while, he stood up and said with a heavy face: "He is suffering from blood lung disease. This disease is extremely rare. Once he gets sick, he will definitely die if he doesn't have a hundred-year-old Rhodiola rosea!"

Hearing this, the young woman burst into tears and begged everyone.

"If any of you have Rhodiola rosea, no matter how much it costs, we will take it!"

"Boss, please help me look for him, oh, oh, oh, oh, my dad is waiting for help!"

However, the owners of the medicine shop all shook their heads helplessly.

"Little girl, it's not that we don't want to help you, it's just that it's hard to find Rhodiola rosea for hundreds of years."

"Yes, in our medicinal street, even if we search everywhere, we may not be able to find it."

"You'd better go look elsewhere quickly. It's important to save people."

At this moment, a calm voice suddenly sounded from the crowd.

"I don't have a hundred-year-old Rhodiola rosea, but I do have a two-hundred-year-old Rhodiola rosea. Do you want it?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone turned to look, their eyes full of surprise, wanting to see who actually had such a strange object.

Among the crowd, Ning Chen walked out carrying large and small bags of medicinal materials.

The young woman stood up quickly, wiped away her tears, and asked with great surprise: "Sir, do you have two hundred years of Rhodiola rosea?"

Seeing Ning Chen nodding, she said urgently: "Please sell it to me! No matter how much it costs, I can give it! As long as it saves my father, I will still be grateful!"
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