Mr. Zeng had already taken his leg to be examined at Tongji Hall. The doctors there said it was a miracle his leg had any hope of making a full recovery.
Mrs. Zeng was moved to tears with gratitude for Su Shuochi and his wife, but Gu Jiaojiao didn't have time to listen to her praises.
She examined Mr. Zeng's leg and found that the medicine Tongji Hall was using wasn't half-bad—even better than she'd expected.
Su Shuochi gave the rice, flour, and soap bars to Houzi, then took Gu Jiaojiao to the black market to source medicinal herbs.
They came across someone selling ginseng. Gu Jiaojiao could tell it was wild; the oldest root was a hundred years old, while the youngest was at least twenty.
She casually asked for the price. Seeing Su Shuochi in a wheelchair, the seller assumed they were buying it for personal use.
The seller had bought the ginseng from a remote mountain village. He'd only paid two hundred yuan for the hundred-year-old root.
