In the room filled with the fragrance of medicine, a thin figure sat alone, holding his forehead with one hand and frowning lightly.

Ping Rongxuan is now over 40 years old and has opened this Xinde pharmacy. With his good management skills, the business is quite good and he has made a lot of money. However, the sudden illness of his father a few days ago made him sad.

Worrying endlessly.

At this moment, a man dressed in white knocked on the door and entered. It was the man who had just received Jiang Hen.

"Xiaowei, what's the matter?" Ping Rongxuan felt someone coming in, raised his head and looked at Xiaowei and asked. The faint sadness in his eyes could not conceal his shrewd and wise aura.

"Boss, is there someone outside who wants to buy medicine?" Xiaowei replied.

"Is there anything wrong with the medicinal materials?" Ping Rongxuan knew that Xiaowei would not come to him if there was nothing special.

"No, no, there is no problem with the medicinal materials. It's just that the customer bought a lot of medicinal materials, and each type was more than fifty years old. The transaction volume was too large, so I came to find you.

"Xiaowei shook his head and said.

Ping Rongxuan frowned, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. According to the quantity Jiang Hen asked for, he could buy it from someone who wholesales medicinal materials. That would be much cheaper. He asked with doubt in his heart: "What medicinal materials did he buy?"

"It's all on this piece of paper. These are all reported by him. I think that person should know medical skills." Xiaowei took out the paper with the name of the medicine and handed it to Ping Rongxuan, and told his guess

Read it again.

Ping Rongxuan looked at the densely packed list of more than 20 Chinese herbal medicines, and gradually fell into thinking. Then his frown gradually relaxed, a smile appeared on his face, and he stood up and handed the list to Xiaowei.

Said: "You go and prepare these medicinal materials, I will go meet the buyers outside."

Ping Rongxuan walked to the lobby of Xinde Pharmacy. There were still only a few employees leaning on the counter and Jiang Hen buying medicine.

"You guys go in and help Xiaowei prepare the medicinal materials." Ping Rongxuan saw a few employees lying on the counter and took a nap. He ordered them to go in together to help prepare the medicinal materials. The amount of medicinal materials Jiang Hen asked for was not a small amount. One person

I don't know how long it will take to prepare.

Then he walked towards Jiang Hen and asked, "I am Ping Rongxuan, the owner of this pharmacy. I wonder what I call my little brother?"

"My name is Jiang Hen, Boss Ping. I wonder if we can prepare all the medicinal materials?" Jiang Hen looked at Ping Rongxuan and nodded.

"I've already asked people to prepare the medicinal materials you want." Ping Rongxuan pointed to the stool beside him, asked Jiang Hen to sit down, and started chatting with Jiang Hen.

"Thank you very much." Jiang Hen thanked him.

"Hahaha, no need. By the way, I guess the little brother must come from a family of traditional Chinese medicine?" Ping Rongxuan guessed.

"Oh? I wonder why Mr. Ping thinks so?" Jiang Hen asked noncommittally.

"I also read the list of medicinal materials that little brother gave me just now. There are many uncommon medicinal materials on it. Generally, those who are not Chinese medicine practitioners will not use these medicinal materials." Seeing that Jiang Hen did not speak, Ping Rongxuan knew that he had guessed correctly.

Yes, then solemnly

He made a request: "Brother Jiang, I have a heartfelt request. My father has suddenly become seriously ill recently. He has seen many traditional Chinese medicines, but they have no effect and there is no improvement. Can you recommend someone in your family?

Ask them to take a look at it for my father."

"Why don't you go to the hospital to see Western medicine? Isn't it good that Western medicine can't treat it well?" Jiang Hen asked in confusion after listening to Ping Rongxuan's words.

"It's not that Western medicine is bad, hey!" As he said that, Ping Rongxuan sighed helplessly and continued: "My father is a bit stubborn. He suffered from Western medicine once before and vowed never to see Western medicine again.

The next time he got seriously ill, I wanted to take him to see a Western doctor, but he refused to do anything. I couldn't help but he could only continue to seek Western medicine for treatment. I wonder if my little brother can recommend him. It doesn't matter how much the consultation fee is, and the medicinal materials are also

I can give it to you for free.”

"I wonder where your father is?" Jiang Hen didn't have much money since he bought the villa. If he bought these hundreds of thousands of medicinal materials, he would really have no money. In the past,

He didn't need to spend much money on his own. But now that Xiao Ning was with him, studying and other things would cost money. Jiang Hen thought for a moment and decided to take action against Ping Rongxuan's father.

"Little brother, did you agree? My home is not far from here. When are you going to meet your family?" Ping Rongxuan said with excitement after hearing Jiang Hen's words.

"My family won't go to the clinic." Jiang Hen shook his head and said, seeing Ping Rongxuan's sudden change in expression, he added: "But if you believe me, I can give it a try."

"This... is good." Ping Rongxuan said helplessly, with obvious depression in his tone. Traditional Chinese medicine depends on age. The older you are, the better your medical skills are. This is an unchanging fact in the traditional Chinese medicine world. Jiang Hen is not the biggest.

In his twenties, Ping Rongxuan didn't quite believe in Jiang Hen's superb medical skills.

Jiang Hen looked at Ping Rongxuan's obviously disbelieving face and didn't say anything. Ordinary people's view of Chinese medicine getting better with age, Jiang Hen understood in his heart that as long as Ping Rongxuan's father's disease was cured by then, he would be better than anyone else.

Words are much more useful.

Ping Rongxuan said to Xiaowei and others who were preparing medicinal materials inside, and took Jiang Hen to his home.

Ping Rongxuan's home is not a luxurious villa, but a garden-like house with a very simple decoration. Even before entering, Jiang Hen felt an ancient Chinese flavor.

"It's rare to see such a house nowadays." Jiang Hen praised, maybe because of his ancient martial arts training, Jiang Hen also liked this kind of house better than the luxurious villa.

Ping Rongxuan took Jiang Hen into this garden-like house, and came directly to a closed door. When he raised his hand to knock on the door, he suddenly stopped, as if he thought of something, turned around and faced

Jiang Hen said: "Brother Jiang, my father's temper has not been very good since he became ill. Many people who came to see him before were scolded away by him. Please don't be offended if my father says something unpleasant later.

"

Although he didn't have any hope for Jiang Hen, Ping Rongxuan was still very polite to Jiang Hen.

"I know that." Jiang Hen nodded and said he wouldn't care.

"Dong dong dong" Ping Rongxuan knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" There was silence in the room for a while, and then an old voice came out. Listening to the voice, Jiang Hen frowned. The old man's voice was full of energy and did not sound like a sick old man.

"Dad, it's me, Rongxuan. I brought a Chinese medicine doctor to treat you." Ping Rongxuan said outside the door.

"All Chinese medicine doctors are quacks. If I don't need them to see me, it's not worth my illness. Let them go." The old man heard the doctor saying irritably and was about to drive them away.

"Dad, just try again, maybe this time I can cure your disease..." Finally, under Ping Rongxuan's persuasion, the old man agreed to let the two of them in.

Jiang Hen followed Ping Rongxuan and pushed the door in. When he saw the old man sitting on the Grand Master's chair, he narrowed his eyes.
Chapter completed!