Chapter 133: identification of ginseng
Xu Qing's mind was filled with Iron Redwood's unique footwork as he rushed to the entrance of Longhu Villa. He felt deeply that this set of S-shaped footwork was mysterious. It was not a simple forty-nine consecutive steps to form an S-shape, but like an art, making walking easy and comfortable.
Subconsciously, Xu Qing had already used this mysterious footwork to rush out of the gate of Longhu Villa. The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, causing him to stop speeding. Ah Luo's voice came from the other end of the phone. He had already arrived at Longhu Villa. As soon as he hung up, a black Land Rover arrived and stopped in front of Xu Qing.
Ah Luo rolled down the window and waved at Xu Qing. Xu Qing quickly opened the car door and got into the passenger seat. He urgently asked Tang Guobin about his injuries, Arlo only told him that Tang Guobin was still in surgery, maybe when they arrived at the hospital, the surgery had been completed.
In Jiangcheng City's Central Hospital, Tang Guobin lay on the bed in the Orthopedics Intensive Care Unit, quiet as water. Beside him sat a middle-aged man with gray temples. He was Tang Qingsheng, the leader of Tang Corporation.
Tang Qingsheng rushed to the hospital anxiously. He saw his son lying dying in bed. During the operation, he stood silently aside and watched the doctor cut his son's skin with a scalpel. The pain in his heart was no less than the incision of the scalpel on his body. Anger, pain, helplessness... all sorts of emotions interweaved and turned into deep self-blame.
He reflected on whether he had really fulfilled his father's responsibilities. In the business world, he could command the wind and rain, but in the face of his son's growth and education, he neglected it. Money and status are important, but kinship is priceless.
Tang Qingsheng stood silently beside his unconscious son's bed, the pain in his heart like a knife. He knew he was failing as a father. Now, he can only stay by his son's side, hoping that he can recover soon. In that turbulent era, Xu Qing, a young figure, quietly walked into the ward. Tang Qingsheng, the tycoon in the business world, immediately noticed his arrival. He turned around at the right time and squeezed out a tired and grateful smile." You're finally here."
Xu Qing, as calm as ever, walked to the bed and looked at Tang Guobin, who had fallen unconscious due to anesthesia. His brows were tightly furrowed and occasionally quivered slightly, as if he was enduring endless pain.
"Hello, Uncle Tang." Xu Qing's voice carried a hint of sadness that was hard to detect. He greeted her politely and stood silently by the bedside.
Tang Qingsheng looked at the young man in front of him, his gratitude surging like waves. He knew that Xu Qing had made great efforts to find Tang Guobin. Although he failed to stop Tang Guobin from going to the ring, his mind had been made up.
"Xiao Xu, I'm extremely grateful for tonight's matter." Tang Qingsheng's words were full of sincerity. He knew that Xu Qing had done his best.
Xu Qing looked at his brother lying on the bed, his heart full of self-blame and sadness." Unfortunately, I was still a step too late." His voice was filled with endless regret.
Tang Qingsheng gently patted Xu Qing's shoulder,"You have done enough, don't blame yourself." Guobin is lucky to have a friend like you."
Xu Qing nodded silently. He used his special ability to carefully observe Tang Guobin's injuries. The broken bones had already been reconnected. He only needed to rest and take medicine to gradually recover. However, he suddenly remembered something that might help Tang Guobin's recovery. However, it was already late, so he could only wait until tomorrow to go to the Chinese herbal medicine shop to verify it.
"I'm already very tired. I want to go back and rest." Xu Qing yawned to hide the tiredness in his eyes.
Tang Qingsheng looked at his exhausted expression and his heart was filled with concern." Go back and rest well. I'll take care of this place."
Xu Qing responded and walked out of the ward. At night, he hailed a taxi and returned home. The care and care of his family made him feel warm, but his heart could not be calm. That night, he slept soundly, as if he wanted to dispel all his fatigue.
At ten o'clock the next morning, the sun was shining on the ground. Xu Qing woke up from his deep sleep and realized that it was already the second day. Fortunately, it was a weekend and his family did not bother him. However, he knew that he had already taken a month's leave. During this period of time, things needed to be handled properly.
There are always some beautiful things in life worth pursuing and cherishing. And Xu Qing, it is in this pursuit of continuous growth and progress. Under the warm sunlight, Xu Qing slowly woke up. He stretched contentedly, feeling refreshed like never before. Ever since he took out the Prajna relic from the vase and absorbed all the golden gas on it, his mental state was like the rising sun, shining brightly.
After changing into white sportswear, he walked out easily with a black shopping bag in his hand. Inside was the mysterious ginseng he had obtained from the Poison Dragon. This ginseng had wrinkles on its skin. It looked ordinary, but he vaguely felt that it contained extraordinary value. Especially when his eyes fell on the box carved from the black and pure lacquer, he was even more convinced that this ginseng was not an ordinary one.
Xu Qing decided to find an expert to identify this ginseng, in case there was fraud. After all, Poison Dragon's reputation was well-known, so he had to be careful. In a busy area not far from Jiang City Central Hospital, he found an antique pharmacy-Ci En Tang.
As soon as he walked into Cien Hall, he was attracted by a faint fragrance of Chinese medicine. The medicine cabinets were neatly arranged, simple and elegant, as if they were telling the legend of medical science for thousands of years. Xu Qing walked to the counter and said to the skinny old man inside," Boss, can you help me identify the age of this herb?"
The thin old man held his presbyopic glasses and calmly raised his head. His eyes were full of wisdom. " You can appraise medicinal herbs, but there's a charge." Although his voice was hoarse, it was undeniable.
Xu Qing nodded and placed the ginseng and box on the counter. He secretly praised in his heart. This Mercy Hall was indeed a traditional Chinese medicine shop with a deep history. To be able to stick to its traditions in an era when Western medicine was popular, it must have its own unique way of survival. The skinny old man in front of him was obviously the soul of this pharmacy. His experience and wisdom were the treasures of Mercy Hall. Xu Qing responded with a warm smile and confidently asked,"How much does it cost to authenticate once?" The thin old man immediately became energetic when he heard this. He took two steps forward and replied in a professional tone: "The appraisal fee is fifty yuan a time." If it's not a precious medicinal herb, I suggest you don't appraise it."
Xu Qing generously took out a fifty-dollar bill and placed it on the counter, saying firmly: "No problem, pay first and then identify." After the appraisal, I still have to rush to send him off!" Seeing the bill, the thin old man's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light. He stretched out two thin fingers and pinched the bill on the counter. He said with satisfaction,"Okay, take it out!"
Xu Qing took out a black jade box from the plastic bag, placed it on the counter and opened it casually. In the box lay a small wild ginseng with sparse and long whiskers and a long and straight three-node reed head. He explained in detail: "The reed bowl of this ginseng is densely packed, at least hundreds of circles." Its five elements are clear, including skin, grain, reed, beard, and the six bodies, which refer to spirit, stupidity, aging, tenderness, horizontal, and smoothness."