On the front of the wooden box, there was a small copper clasp. Pressing it forcefully, a slight sound came, and the wooden box opened.
A ginseng, as plump as a baby, lay quietly on the red velvet, with a fresh and bright color, complete with eyebrows and beards, and its roots covered thickly with red clay.
Boss Zhou looked lovingly at the ginseng: "My treasure, I saved you to cure Little Haitao's eyes, I swear to heaven, whoever cures Little Haitao's eyes will get you. Now your owner has come."
Boss Zhou handed the wooden box to Xu Xiangbei: "Take it, and thank Divine Doctor Xu again for saving my life."
"Then I will accept it."
Xu Xiangbei held the wooden box with the millennium ginseng, feeling like he was receiving a child full of spirit, only then did he understand the pain Boss Zhou felt in parting with something so beloved.
"Divine Doctor Xu, give me your prescription."
