Others couldn't help but be curious when they saw Zhu Changqing's excited look.
"Master Zhu, what is...what's going on?" Han Meng looked at Zhu Changqing with a strange look and said, "Are you also interested in this kind of thing?"
Zhu Changqing still couldn't hide his surprise and explained with a smile: "Haha, why are you looking at me like this? The scientific name of this thing is Xue Cistanche. It is an elixir that nourishes yin and yang, strengthens bones and generates blood. At the critical moment It can extend your life. Someone once couldn’t buy it even if it cost 100 million yuan, but today I saw it here.”
Han Meng asked in disbelief: "This thing is worth 100 million? Master Zhu, are you kidding?"
Zhu Changqing immediately shook his head: "How could I be joking? You young people know so little about this area of knowledge. You don't even know that blood amaranth is one of the top ten elixirs."
Han Meng saw that Zhu Changqing didn't look like he was joking, so he asked without giving up: "Master Zhu, are you admitting your mistake? Maybe this thing is just similar to the blood amaranth you mentioned?"
Zhu Changqing waved his hands quickly: "How can you admit your mistake? My old father-in-law is an old Chinese medicine doctor. In his spare time, he often talks to me about Chinese medicine. He has been immersed in it for a long time. Besides, I have studied it for twenty years. I am sure this is A rare blood cistanche in the world."
Then, Zhu Changqing looked at Chu Yang and asked sincerely: "Young master, I have been looking for this thing for twenty years to treat my wife's illness. Can I buy you some scraps of blood cistanche? It’s the medicinal powder scraped from this stick.”
As he spoke, Zhu Changqing extended a finger and said: "Just a little bit can cure my wife's chronic osteomyelitis. Please give me a price."
Chu Yang looked calm, glanced at Zhu Changqing lightly, and asked, "Have you really been looking for blood cistanche for your wife for twenty years?"
Zhu Changqing nodded heavily and replied seriously: "Yes, it is absolutely true. If there is even half a lie, there will be five thunders from heaven!"
Chu Yang nodded: "Okay, I can let you scrape off some powder, which is enough to treat your wife's chronic osteomyelitis."
"How much? Please give me a price. I have been painting like crazy over the years and have some savings." Zhu Changqing asked.
"No money." Chu Yang shook his head.
"No money?" Zhu Changqing raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
The value of this blood cistanche is extremely precious. Even if you scrape off a little bit, it will cost several million. I didn't expect that the other party didn't want any money.
Chu Yang nodded slightly and said, "Well, no."
The reason why Chu Yang didn't accept the money was because he felt that Zhu Changqing was a good husband. He had been looking for blood cistanche for his wife for twenty years, which was very rare.
Zhu Changqing also understood Chu Yang's kindness, and immediately bowed with his fists in his hands and said gratefully: "Thank you, young master. May I ask your name?"
Chu Yang said calmly: "My name is Chu Yang."
Zhu Changqing paid his respects again: "Thank you very much, Mr. Chu. I will definitely keep this great kindness in my heart."
Suddenly, Zhu Changqing suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, Mr. Chu, this blood cistanche is a birthday gift from you to your friend. If I want to use it, do I have to ask for your friend's opinion?"
Chu Yang smiled and shook his head: "No, I gave the whole thing to her, she doesn't care."
"What!" Zhu Changqing almost dropped his jaw in shock, turned around and looked at Han Meng.
I saw Han Meng crying, his eyes drooped, his face drooped, as if he was having a funeral at home, and he felt very regretful.
Her brother also suffered from a strange disease, and all the doctors were helpless. If this blood cistanche was really as amazing as Zhu Changqing said, could it also cure his brother's disease?
Moreover, apart from treating his brother's illness, this thing is worth hundreds of millions, but he actually dislikes it.
Han Meng hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke: "Chu Yang...can you share some with me? I also want to scrape some powder off."
"Okay, five million." Chu Yang said.
Han Meng frowned when he heard this: "Don't you want money?"
Chu Yang smiled and said: "Who said it doesn't cost money? This blood cistanche root is worth hundreds of millions. It's already a discounted price of 1.5 million for you."
