Worried about her husband's health, Mrs. Ruan didn't stay long at the medicine hall and left after only exchanging a few words with Nianyang.
Before leaving, she gave Nianyang her phone number and address, telling her to contact them if she ever came to Pingjing and had business to discuss.
Nianyang readily agreed, meticulously pocketing the five hundred yuan and contact address given by Mrs. Ruan, which in reality were thrown into the small warehouse behind the Space Medicine Tower, an absolutely secure treasure hiding place.
After seeing off Mrs. Ruan and her entourage, Nianyang remembered the original purpose of visiting Baishan Hall and straightforwardly said to Wang Ping, "Hello, boss. I have a business proposition for you. I wonder if you are interested?"
Before him was a true Divine Doctor, the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, so Wang Ping was naturally very interested, "Divine Doctor, young lady, do you have any medicinal herbs you want to sell to me?"
Baishan Hall is a medicine hall where, besides dealing in herbs, they also treat illnesses. However, a Divine Doctor with superb medical skills like Nianyang definitely wouldn't be sitting in Baishan Hall to treat patients, so it's only possible they are there to trade in herbs.
Nianyang shook her head, "Actually, I have a formula to cure the infectious flu virus and am looking for a trustworthy medicine hall to sell it. I believe Baishan Hall perfectly meets my requirements, but I wonder if the boss is interested in purchasing it."
Infectious flu virus?
Wang Ping thought about how recently many people in Pingjing had caught the infectious flu, spreading rapidly from one to five, then five to ten, to the point that even the hospital beds were all occupied.
Although Wang Ping wasn't in charge of the Pingjing area, he had a premonition that this flu was coming on strong, and if not dealt with quickly, the consequences could be unimaginable!
Wang Ping's eyes brightened, "Divine Doctor, young lady, does this mean you've heard something?"
Nianyang said in a deep voice, "To be honest, I've heard that many patients in major cities of Pingjing have been infected with the flu virus, so I took the time to research it. This flu virus spreads rapidly, and it won't be long before it severely affects this town. However, the formula I have can effectively cure this virus!"
Wang Ping was immediately excited upon hearing this, "Divine Doctor, young lady, are you serious? Does your formula really cure illness instantly?"
"Of course."
"Then, may I ask the price, Divine Doctor?" Wang Ping asked, trying to contain his excitement. He thought if what Nianyang said was true, he could use this formula to make a substantial profit from the infectious flu and greatly enhance the reputation of his medicine hall!
"Two thousand."
"Two thousand?"
Wang Ping's expression changed slightly, instinctively feeling the price was unreasonably high. All the herbs in their hall combined didn't reach a price of two thousand.
"Divine Doctor, young lady, isn't that a bit too much..."
Nianyang noticed Wang Ping's hesitation and said brightly, "Boss, consider this. The flu this time isn't a regular cold. In the early stages, patients only experience fever and diarrhea, but in later stages, they might cough blood, struggle to breathe, and severe cases could be life-threatening. If you have my formula, you can save patients from disaster, bringing a good reputation to Baishan Hall, and drawing countless customers. Wouldn't you easily earn back the two thousand then?"
Wang Ping found that reasonable, yet there was one thing he didn't understand, "Divine Doctor, young lady, since you see it so clearly, why not use the formula yourself to help heal, earning a reputation for yourself in the process?"
Nianyang smiled, "I have my reasons. Here is my formula, have a look first."
Wang Ping took the formula and saw the name "Silver Tiger Soup" written on it, followed by the quantities and methods of using the medicinal herbs.
"Divine Doctor, young lady, your formula consists of Chinese medicinal herbs. Is it really effective?" Wang Ping hesitated.
Although he admired Nianyang's display of Acupuncture just now, deep down he still harbored some skepticism towards Chinese medicine. If somewhere in the formula were wrong, it could result in a huge issue.
Nianyang, "Boss, I can guarantee there's absolutely no problem with the formula. If you're uncertain, my family lives in the eastern end of this town in the Gu household. If there's any mistake, feel free to come find me."
"Divine Doctor, young lady, since you've said that, what more do I have to worry about?" Wang Ping said, immediately fetching two thousand yuan cash and completing the transaction with Nianyang, exchanging the money for the formula.
Once Nianyang received the two thousand yuan, she immediately stored it in her space and then left Baishan Hall.