Putting these things in the space is just taking up space. She can also bring benefits to herself by taking them out in another way, so why not?
But her behavior seemed really noble in the eyes of Shopkeeper Cui. You must know how strict the third, sixth, and ninth grades are in this era. Good things have always been exclusive to the rich and powerful.
It seems that the lives of the poor at the bottom are not fate.
Song Chen took out the ginseng pills to buy. Although she was using them to make money, at least she valued the lives of the people at the bottom while making money.
"I wonder how effective this ginseng pill is, Miss Song?"
After all, it is still ginseng. For such a rare thing, shopkeeper Cui doesn’t think that all the contents of this small ginseng pill are made from ginseng.
Song Chen smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly, "We are all old acquaintances. If Shopkeeper Cui wants to know the efficacy of ginseng pills, why don't you try it?"
Shopkeeper Cui touched his nose with some embarrassment, "Miss Song misunderstood. It's not that I don't trust her, but I'm really curious about the efficacy of ginseng pills."
"I understand." Song Chen looked around the Huichun Hall and finally found an old man with white hair. "Which prince should be a good choice."
"Ginseng can greatly replenish vitality, rejuvenate the pulse and strengthen the pulse, nourish the spleen and lungs, promote body fluids, and calm the mind. Although this ginseng pill is not as powerful as ginseng, it can still replenish vitality and calm the mind."
Song Chen saw that the old man's physical condition really needed to be replenished.
But at his age and physical condition, he couldn't take a lot of supplements, otherwise the old man's body wouldn't be able to bear it, and then he happened to encounter her ginseng pills.
The old man is lucky, and so is she.
Shopkeeper Cui followed her gaze and looked over. The old man was familiar to him. He came from a wealthy family with filial sons and daughters. Unfortunately, he was in poor health. He had been to their Huichun Hall many times this year.
"Miss Song is really good at choosing people, I'll go ask her right away."
Song Chen nodded and stayed where he was, waiting for Shopkeeper Cui.
"Uncle Liu, you have been coming to our Hui Chun Hall a lot lately. Are you still not feeling well?"
Shopkeeper Cui walked up to Uncle Liu and asked him with a smile.
Uncle Liu had already gotten to know Shopkeeper Cui. When he saw him coming over, he smiled and shook his head, "I am old and useless. My body and bones are getting worse day by day. I really appreciate the superb medical skills of the doctors at Huichun Hall.
I am what I am now."
The old man was accompanied by a man in his early twenties, who should be the old man's grandson. He felt very uncomfortable when he heard the old man say this, "You always want to live a long life, shopkeeper Cui, and I have to trouble you to help my grandfather think about it."
Method."
Grandpa’s biggest dream is to have four generations living under one roof.
"Don't worry, we will discuss it with you as long as we have a solution. Why don't you let the doctor check your pulse first?"
"Okay, let's check your pulse first, you're done."
The old man has lived for such a long time, and when he heard what Shopkeeper Cui said, he felt a little hopeful. After all, it was very strange that Shopkeeper Cui came to see him today. If he heard what he said, there should be something he could do.
The doctor from Huichun Hall quickly helped to diagnose the pulse condition, and his face was a little solemn.
"The shopkeeper's, your pulse is floating and slow."
Shopkeeper Cui was also stunned. A slow pulse is a precursor to a stroke.
"Doctor, Shopkeeper Cui, what is this floating pulse?" Uncle Liu asked anxiously, seeing that both of their expressions were a bit wrong.
"Uncle Liu, to tell you the truth, your pulse condition is a bit dangerous. A slow and sluggish pulse is a precursor to a stroke. It is caused by wind evil entering the body, meridians being blocked, and a floating pulse."
Uncle Liu was stunned for a moment. A stroke is more uncomfortable than death.
"Does Shopkeeper Cui have any good ideas?"
Shopkeeper Cui didn't take out the ginseng pills immediately, nor did he reply to them immediately, "Please wait a moment, I'll be back soon."
With the expectations of Uncle Liu and his grandson, shopkeeper Cui came to Song Chen and told him about Uncle Liu's situation.
"The uncle's pulse is a little dangerous. Can these ginseng pills be used?"
After all, it is a new drug. If something goes wrong if it is used rashly, then Huichun Hall will be more responsible for their crimes.
But even though he asked this question, Shopkeeper Cui still had some expectations.
But Song Chen shook his head without hesitation, "No."
She heard what they just said. Although ginseng pills have a systemic effect on stroke, they are for post-stroke conditioning.
The old man is now a sign of a stroke. It may happen in the next second, or it may happen tomorrow or in the future. No one can say for sure now.
"If they trust me, I can help them with acupuncture."
Although Song Chen only wanted to sell medicine to make money and didn't want to meddle in other people's business, he couldn't turn a blind eye now that he encountered it.
Shopkeeper Cui was shocked, "Miss Song, you... Oh, why don't you believe this? Miss Song, if you are willing to take action, that would be the best thing. With your acupuncture, even dead people can be cured."
The King of Hell pulled him back, not to mention a small stroke."
Shopkeeper Cui's rainbow fart made Song Chen feel helpless. She said before that her pulse was more dangerous than a human's, but now she said that a small stroke was nothing. She really wanted to ask.
Doesn’t your conscience hurt?
Shopkeeper Cui has already gone to Uncle Liu's side.
"Uncle, you are really lucky. We happen to have a master in Huichun Hall. She can treat any difficult and complicated diseases, but her treatment methods are unseen and unheard of. If Uncle Liu doesn't mind, she is willing to help.
You treat.”
As soon as Uncle Liu and his grandson heard about the expert, they nodded hurriedly, "I don't mind, I don't mind at all."
"Since you two don't mind, please come inside."
Song Chen usually doesn't perform acupuncture, and shopkeeper Cui doesn't want others to see it.
The grandson quickly helped Uncle Liu stand up and followed shopkeeper Cui to the back hall. Song Chen had already gone in in advance to prepare.
"Can the expert that Shopkeeper Cui mentioned can help me get rid of these illnesses?" Uncle Liu couldn't help but ask Shopkeeper Cui on the way.
Shopkeeper Cui smiled and said, "Nine times out of ten there will be no problem. You go in first and listen to what she has to say. I have seen her treat other people before, and all terminal illnesses were easily cured."
The person Shopkeeper Cui knew was Cang Xiuxuan, their master.
Although the master is the master of the Huichun Hall, so many Huichun Hall doctors across the country are helpless about the poison in the master and can only watch as the master's body deteriorates day by day.
Later, I met Song Chen. After a few injections and a few medicines, all the toxins in his body were removed.
If he hadn't seen this with his own eyes, Shopkeeper Cui would never believe that Pinellia ternata could be solved.
The people who made Pinellia ternata have never developed an antidote at all, just to make a unique poison.