Along the way, Hua Ziyun and others were snatching the window to see the scenery outside.

The grand Kyoto is indeed extraordinary. You must know that the area of ​​a city alone is comparable to the area of ​​the entire city boundary of Nanming City.

Not only does the flow of people far exceed that of the small Nanming City, but even these unique towering buildings can make people dazzle.

Yes, it is a building, a variety of buildings with an artistic atmosphere.

After nearly half an hour's drive, several people came to a large national treasure Chinese medicine clinic. Even at night, there were still a constant stream of people entering and leaving.

"Here, this is my home."

He Yueru jumped out of the car first and began to pick up her luggage from the car.

The four of them looked up at the National Quintessence Clinic and secretly praised it. It seemed that Officer He's family was very wealthy.

"Boss, with such good conditions, why do you think Officer He wants to be a policeman?" Zhao Yi couldn't help but be curious and leaned into Hana Ziyun's ear and asked, "And you have to go with the train team. Such a life is so boring. This person doesn't seem to know how to enjoy life at all."

"Speak quietly!" Hanaziyun frowned and touched him with her arm, and said with some blame: "You ask me who will I ask? Can't they have their own dreams? Do you want to eat and wait for death like you?"

"Uh, that's the case." Zhao Yi scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

Under the guidance of He Yueru, several people entered the National Medical Clinic, and a series of herbal smells rushed towards him.

The clinic has retro furnishings. In addition to the various medicine cabinets listed, an old man over 80 years old is sitting in the middle to take the pulse of the people who are taking the doctor.

"Grandpa, I'm back." He Yueru called out to the old man.

The old man raised his head in a slight look at her and smiled. The wrinkles on his face squeezed together, "Let's go and have a rest first when you come back. It seems that you have brought a few friends back."

"Grandpa, please close your business early today. Xiaoru has something to discuss with you."

"Okay, I still have patients here, so you go up and rest first." The old man waved his hand with a smile, fearing that her baby granddaughter would be tired.

He Yueru couldn't bear to disturb him, so she winked at Hua Ziyun and the others and walked upstairs.

Several people followed with tactfulness, but when they passed by the old man, Hana Ziyun couldn't bear to look at him more. For some reason, she felt a little sad inside when she saw him like this.

He is still spending time practicing medicine so late at such a young age. I don’t know if his body, which has been mostly buried in the soil, can withstand it. In addition, his granddaughter suffers from incurable stubborn pathology. I am afraid that his grandfather, as an old Chinese doctor, will definitely be extremely stressful.

Practicing medicine to save people, but ultimately unable to save your beloved baby. This feeling of powerlessness seems to make the old man older.

He Yueru's heart disease in his heart is probably impossible to close her eyes when she dies.

"Fatty, have you brought the medicinal materials?" Hanakoyun poked the fat man's waist and asked on the way upstairs.

"I brought some, why do you want to use it now?" the fat man asked in confusion.

"Well, you will pack two ginseng for me later. We can't live in vain." Hua Ziyun looked back at the old man, "It just so happened that the He family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine. I'll give him two plants to express our feelings."

"Damn! Is this so generous?" The fat man grinned with a little distress, "Is this thing less than one, so I'll let you give it like this?"

Hua Ziyun gave him annoyed and said angrily: "When did you become so stingy? The number of parameters in the batch of goods we detained is not 10,000 or 8,000. Even if you let your cheeks be thrown away and you have to eat two plants a day, you have to eat for decades. Aren't these two plants?"

The fat man curled his lips and said nothing, and followed He Yuru upstairs.

Hana Ziyun laughed innocently. It is understandable to say that fat people are more protective of food. After all, it takes decades for more than 50g of wild ginseng on the market today to grow. The largest ginseng so far is only 300g, and it has been known as the ginseng king for 500 years. The lightest ginseng in their hands is more than 500g, so it is no wonder that fat people are reluctant to leave.

Originally, he brought these ginseng for Master Wudao and his friends, and if he encountered any trouble, he would not ask for help empty-handedly. However, when he saw the old man today, he felt compassion and thought of giving him two fresh ginseng plants so that he could spend more than a few more years with his granddaughter. However, he didn't know if he would scare him when he gave it.

Fortunately, He Yueru's house was big enough, and several people were arranged to live in a very relaxed manner.

Hua Ziyun, the fat man lives in the same house one day, while Hua Sha moved to live with He Yueru, which was considered a big heart disease.

The clinic did not close until ten o'clock in the evening, and He Yueru took Hua Ziyun to see his grandfather He Xian.

"What's in your bag? It's bulging?" He Yueru asked curiously at a bag wrapped in red cloth holding Hua Ziyun's arms.

"It's nothing, a gift for your grandfather." Hanakoyun smiled.

"Uh, my grandfather doesn't seem to be interested in anything other than herbs..."

While talking, the two of them had just arrived at the door of the pharmacy and saw an uninvited guest coming inside.

"He Xian, you'd better consider the conditions I have proposed. Joining our National Medical Association is better than staying in this broken place and waiting for death." A middle-aged man in his forties sat on a wooden chair and sneered at He Xian who was still keeping accounts.

He Xian seemed to have no concern at all, and continued to lower his head and put up pages of yellow paper prescriptions, "Wei Hua, don't come again in the future. I practice medicine all my life just to save the world and save people. Honor is just a false reputation. I have already been buried in half of my body. Don't hold on to me, this old man."

"Hmph!" Wei Hua snorted coldly and stood up, took out a package from the handbag beside him, and placed it on the table, "This is what the association asked me to hand it over to you. If you are willing to replace the Chinese medicine practitioner, you will be the two hundred-year-old wild ginseng plants."

As he said that, the corner of his mouth slightly raised the cloth pockets that wrapped the ginseng, and two wild ginseng with more than gram of white ginseng leaked out.

He Xian stopped, looked at the two rare wild ginseng on the table and his eyes lit up, and finally lowered his head back again.

It's also wild ginseng? How can I wear the same clothes as a gift?

Hua Ziyun looked down at the ginseng in her arms with a little amused and laughed, but if it was enough, he seemed to be better.

"Damn it, why did he come to pester grandpa again?" He Yueru frowned and muttered a few words in a low voice.

"Who is this?"

"Wei Hua, the vice president of the National Medical Association, a privately created man, has a nice name, but there are some mobs in it. He thinks about how to make money every day. The patient's condition is at the last place. This group of people think about winning over grandpa in every day."

(End of this chapter)
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