Ruo Shan sat in the carriage, staring at the Hundred-Year Ginseng and the fifty-year-old Lingzhi wrapped in a handkerchief, finding it all rather amusing. He hadn't expected that, after all the years at the medical clinic and enduring countless disdainful glances, he would get an apology without having to demand it—all thanks to his precious niece. He wasn't just cleared of false accusations, but he also received an apology from the Fang Family.
Madam Liu looked at the ginseng as well and remarked, "This Hundred-Year Ginseng could be considered a family heirloom, we must store it properly at home."
Ruo Shan nodded, "Indeed, the Hundred-Year Ginseng can be a lifesaver in critical moments. It could be said to be the treasure of the medical clinic."
Ruo Xuan heard this and asked, "How much is this Hundred-Year Ginseng worth?"
