Chapter 81: Chinese Medicine Should Be Decocted by People

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The Chinese medicines were wrapped in a red box, which seemed to be different from normal. Wang Yao checked the medicine. The major Chinese medicines were ginseng and glossy ganoderma. They played the main roles, so the prices were higher. The others were cheaper.

Looking at the ginseng, it was not the real wild one, but a fake wild ginseng that had been transplanted to a mountain from a farmland when it was young. The medical value was high, but it was still worse than the real one. The differences were congenital.

The glossy ganoderma was 100% wild, but the year was wrong. It could not reach the demand of Wang Yao.

“How about these? I tried so hard to find these.” Manager Lee looked at Wang Yao carefully.

“Yes. I’ll get all of these.” Wang Yao looked for a while and then put them down.

“Hey, you have good taste.” Manager Lee gave a thumbs up.

“But we should discuss the price,” Wang Yao said peacefully.

“What?” Manager Lee was shocked.

“The ginseng is not wild, but really a transplant ginseng. The year is wrong since I asked for more than 20 years. This one is less than 20 years.” Wang Yao pointed at ginseng.

“The glossy ganoderma is wild and the year is wrong. I asked for no less than 50 years, but this is a ten years’ difference at least,” He pointed at the glossy ganoderma and said.

“As for the other Chinese medicines, I have nothing much to say about them.”

Manager Lee was astonished since he knew there was something wrong with these Chinese medicines and it was exactly as the young man said. He knew a little about these Chinese medicines, but he did not know that common people could distinguish real wild ginseng and transplant wild ginseng. You would be lucky to distinguish them once you must be smart to be able to do that twice.

The young man in front of him was young, but he was very knowledgeable of Chinese medicine, which shocked him a lot.

“This…” He was thinking about how to explain it to Wang Yao.

Meanwhile, Wang Yao sat on the sofa quietly. He could use these herbs and they could be used with shanjing and guiyuan to decoct Regather soup. Although they were worse than his expectation, they could still meet the bare minimum. However, he would still give up if Manager Lee sold them at a high price.

He did have money, but he won’t spend it so casually.

The expression of Manager Lee was struggled and hesitated. He had wished to cheat him, but he knew that he met a high master when looking at the face of Wang Yao.

“We could reduce ten thousand from the price that we have negotiated before,” Manager Lee said reluctantly.

“Twenty thousand reduced,” said Wang Yao. With the knowledge of the system and his daily study, he had a rough estimate of what Chinese medicinal herbs should cost.

“Okay!” Having hesitated for a while, Manager Lee agreed with him.

At this time, Wang Yao paid quickly.

“You could come to me if you need any more wild Chinese medicinal herbs,” said Manager Lee with a smile.

Although they were worse than his expectation, Wang Yao did take advantage of them.

“Okay. I hope Manager Lee could be honest with me,” said Wang Yao.

“Absolutely, you have my word.” Manager Lee made a promise to him.

Wang Yao did not stay for a long time. He rejected Manager’s Lee’s invitation to have dinner and he left with the herbs. He went back to Nanshan Hill when he went back to the village.

Now, he could decoct Regather soup.

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In the downtown area of Haiqu in a seaside villa, there was a middle-aged man pacing around his living room.

“What’s wrong? Why are you so nervous?” A thirtyish-looking woman sat on the sofa and looked at her husband.

“It has been days, but he still gives me no reply,” the man said. It was Tian Yuantu and he was worried about his friend.

“How about calling him?”

“Forget it. I should wait for two days more.” He brought a phone and then he put it down.

“Is it about Haichuan?”

“Yes. His mother’s illness.”

“The dozen-year illnesses are hard to cure,” said Xu Jiahui.

“But yours also lasted dozens of years. You were cured with only two doses of Chinese medicine!”

“How about waiting for him,” said Xu Jiahui. She had a special trust in the young man on the hill for no particular reason. She thought he could create miracles again to cure the illness of her husband’s friend.

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In cottage of Nanshan hill, Wang Yao prepared the Chinese medicine, but he was in no hurry to decoct.

He raised his head and looked outside. It was dark, and he went to the window. He waved a hand and an antique book, Natural Classics, appeared. He read the book out loud in a low voice.

The next morning, he dealt with the herbal field and practiced; then he started to decoct Regather soup.

Chinese medicine, firewood, ancient spring water, multifunctional pot for herbs—everything had been set out.

He started to decoct. He made a fire and the firewood was burning. The multifunctional pot for herbs was put on the fire. The Chinese medicinal herbs had been added orderly and there was a smell that floated from the pot soon.

They boiled evenly, and all the Chinese medicinal herbs had been mixed with ancient spring water. Wang Yao sat there quietly, and he added firewood from time to time. All the common herbs had been put into the pot—there were only two licorice roots, shanjing and guiyuan.

They were the essence of the soup; they were critical.

The color of soup changed and a Regather soup was done!

He packed up the pot and poured the soup in a white porcelain vase. It was sunset.

Normal Chinese medicine could be boiled at any time but those mentioned by the formula in the system were different. The ancient people did think highly of timing when they did big things, from wars to business. It was also correct nowadays.

Decocting was also the same thing. It was time and spirit consuming. The same formula and same Chinese medicines would have different effects if they were decocted at different times. There would also vary if they were decocted by a peaceful and bouncy person or by an impetuous and disheartened person.