Chapter 10    Not right

Taking Xia Yuyan's easy bike back to the city, Yu Xiaoyu came to the medicinal materials market.

He needs to verify all the abilities in the inheritance one by one, and his martial arts skills require him to practice hard and meticulously.

I missed the best time to practice and my roots and bones have already been established. If I want to grow up as soon as possible and have the strength to find my parents, I must rely on elixirs to improve my strength.

Wandering around the medicinal materials market for a while, I was attracted by an antique decoration medicine shop.

There is a couplet hanging on the door. The first couplet is that I hope there is no disease in the world, and the second couplet is that I would rather put medicine on it to produce dust.

Many couplets of medicine shops are banned by famous doctors and boasting words about growing muscles and growing bones. Only this medicine shop in Baiyaotang is incompatible.

Yu Xiaoyu walked into the medicine shop, looked at it, then went to the counter, and chuckled, "Hello, I'll get some medicine."

When he saw a customer, the teller did not have the enthusiasm of the corresponding person and asked slowly: "What medicine do you buy?"

Yu Xiaoyu handed over the prescription he wrote, and the teller's eyes lit up and he shouted anxiously: "Are you sure you want to buy so many?"

The medicinal materials on the prescription are all very old and rare famous medicines.

Yu Xiaoyu thought it was not the medicine he needed in the medicine shop, so he said, "If not, then I'll go to another house to have a look."

"Just, looking at the entire medicinal materials market, which type and year can compare with our Baiyaotang?

Wait, I'll get medicine for you now."

After taking this prescription, you can get a commission of several thousand yuan, so the teller will not let it go.

After a while, the teller put the medicinal materials he had grasped on the table. Yu Xiaoyu was sure that the medicinal materials were complete and the year was very high.

"Please help me calculate how much it costs."

The teller took the calculator and calculated for a while and said, "There are a total of 6.3 million yuan. I bought so many at one time. The store can have some discounts.

That's it, sir, just give me six million."

"Ah, so expensive!"

Yu Xiaoyu was shocked. When he bought medicinal materials for the first time, he naturally didn't know that the price of expensive medicinal materials was not cheap. As the years grew, the prices rose even higher.

Six million is no different from astronomical figures to him.

When he went out, his grandmother stuffed Wang Tianlin's compensation of 50,000 yuan to him, with the intention of asking him to buy some gifts to give to Xia Yuyan.

I thought 50,000 was considered a huge sum, but I didn't expect it to be even a fraction of it.

I couldn't help but say embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't bring enough money. Come and buy it next time."

The teller who was smiling at him just now suddenly became cold: "What?

Are you here to tease me on purpose?

If you don’t have money, you can pretend to be a big deal. It’s so bad.”

"Sorry, I didn't expect these medicinal herbs to be so expensive."

Yu Xiaoyu was sorry to take the prescription and left.

"Slowly, you can't let me be in vain. If you can't afford it at one time, you can buy less."

"No, my prescription is all waste. I'd better wait until I've collected enough money before coming."

His prescription is just a pair of ordinary marrow-clearing medicine, and the dosage is already very light.

The teller said dissatisfiedly: "Then reduce the year, in short, you have to buy a little bit.

Once these medicinal materials are exposed to the air, the medicinal effect will be lost. If you don’t buy some, who will be responsible for the loss?”

"It's still not possible. The medicinal materials in our prescription have already selected the lowest year.

If the year is reduced, it will be of no use to me."

"Damn, you're really here to play with me, right? This is not OK, that is not OK, do you think the pharmacy is a charity hall?

It’s so unlucky to find a poor man to buy ones that are old.”

I thought I could get a commission of several thousand yuan, but I didn't expect that Yu Xiaoyu was a poor man, and the teller broke out immediately.

Yu Xiaoyu frowned: "How did you speak? I have apologized to you. Besides, it is your duty to get medicine for the guests, and insulting the guests is your service attitude?"

The teller suddenly became angry and sneered: "Haha, where does a poor man get his temper? You don't even look at what this place is.

This is Baiyaotang. The one who comes here to see a doctor every day is either rich or noble. Is it a place where you, a poor man, find a sense of existence?"

Yu Xiaoyu, who knew that he was in the wrong, shook his head, turned his head and walked out the door.

"Damn poor guy, I have to sort out the medicinal materials again."

Looking at the mixed medicinal herbs, the teller's face turned green and glared at Yu Xiaoyu fiercely.

"Doctor Chen, save my father quickly. My father suddenly fainted for some reason."

At this moment, a middle-aged man entered the pharmacy in panic, and a bodyguard behind him was carrying an old man in his seventies.

The teller's attitude immediately became smiling and said hurriedly: "Boss Liu, why did Mr. Liu faint again?"

Liu Tiangang said worriedly: "I was fine during lunch, but suddenly I fainted.

What about Dr. Chen, please come out and save my father.”

"Boss Liu, don't worry, I'll go and invite Dr. Chen now."

Outside the door, Yu Xiaoyu looked at the fainting old man, and his curiosity prompted him to return to the medicine shop.

After a while, the teller led an old man in his sixties to come in a hurry.

This person is the boss of Baiyaotang and the famous miracle doctor in Linzhou City, Chen Xuanfang.

Seeing Yu Xiaoyu return, the teller snorted in anger: "Why are you still here?"

Chen Xuanfang, who was taking the pulse of Mr. Liu, glanced at Yu Xiaoyu and frowned and said, "Don't be rude to guests."

"Doctor Chen, he is not a guest at all.

I took the prescription and asked me to grab more than 6 million medicinal materials, but I didn't bring a penny on it. I think he was sent by a competitor to inquire about our medicinal materials stock."

The most taboo thing between colleagues is to leak secrets, and Chen Xuanfang has no good expression on Yu Xiaoyu.

"Doctor Chen, how is my father doing?

The last time I was treated, I had been fine for more than half a year, and there was no sign of fainting this time."

At this time, Liu Tiangang asked anxiously.

"Haha, Boss Liu, don't be anxious, come the needle."

The teller quickly took the silver needle box, Chen Xuanfang took it out and disinfected it, and said confidently: "Mr. Liu has been drinking again recently. Last time I warned that Mr. Liu suffers from mild brain obstruction and fragile blood vessels. He must not touch white wine again."

"Doctor Chen is really amazing. Alas, Liu is busy with work and rarely has his father's company.

Recently, my father drank it again.”

Liu Tiangang sighed and asked, "Doctor Chen, please treat my father and not let his old illness recur.

”

"Haha, Boss Liu, don't worry, please wait for me to use the needle."

Yu Xiaoyu watched seriously. Although he had his ancestors' inheritance, his skills were unfamiliar and there were still many things to learn.

But what made him frown was that Chen Xuanfang's first attack was wrong.

"No."

"Why haven't you left yet? You want to steal the sect."

His murmurs angered the teller who was still angry at him and immediately asked in surprise.

Chen Xuanfang frowned and continued to use the needle.

"Doctor Chen, I'm wrong, this shot is not available."
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