Chapter 40 Want to buy century-old wild ginseng
In the main room, Dean Shen looked at his watch and realized that he had been speaking for more than an hour without realizing it.
"Okay, you remember what I said. If you have any trouble at work in the future, just tell me. It's getting late and I have to go home."
Dean Shen was about to stand up when he was stopped by Lin Sanqi.
"Yuan Shen...Uncle Shen, I really have something to ask you. Our hospital has century-old ginseng. I have a friend who wants to buy it. Is there any special approval required?"
Lin Sanqi also studied medicine, so he naturally knew the value of century-old ginseng.
There is an unspoken rule in the hospital. For example, certain special medicines, imported medicines, including precious Chinese herbal medicines are secretly kept in stock and will not appear on the pharmacy computer.
It is not available for ordinary patients to buy. Unless you are a respectable person, you can successfully buy "special needs medicine".
Of course, if you have great connections, you can get these medicinal materials for free, and they can even be delivered to your door.
"Century-year-old wild ginseng?"
Dean Shen sat down again, recalled something and said:
"There must be some in the hospital, I don't remember how many there are."
Lin Sophora reminds: "There are 5 in total."
"Oh, 5, the quantity is not much. This stuff is too precious. Our hospital doesn't have cold storage, so we don't stock more. My friend wants a hundred-year-old ginseng, so I will approve it and sell you one."< br>
Lin Sanqi secretly waved his fist after hearing this.
"Thank you, thank you Uncle Shen, hehe~~~"
"Thank you? Although I can buy it for your friend, wild ginseng is not cheap. The price varies according to the grade. If it is a hundred years old, it will cost dozens of yuan per gram."
Lin Sanqi was mentally prepared, so she agreed with a smile:
"Anyway, I am entrusted by others. If I can afford it, I can buy it. If I can't afford it, there's nothing I can do about it, right? Uncle Shen, come, I'll take you home."
Dean Shen laughed and said: "You kid, you're afraid that I won't be able to find my home in just a few steps."
At this time, the capital's power supply was quite tight. Except for the street lights on Chang'an Street, it was dark in other places at night, and there were only a few flashlights.
It's the same in the courtyard house. It's dark at night, and people often pile up debris. It's easy for unfamiliar people to fall to death when they come in.
Lin Sanqi followed Dean Shen into the dark night.
When they came to the east cross courtyard and the hanging flower gate of the main courtyard, Lin Sanqi stopped Dean Shen and said in a low voice:
"Uncle Shen, wait a minute, this is my hometown tea for you, please try it."
Dean Shen felt his hand feel heavy and a paper bag was stuffed into it. He was also an old Chinese medicine practitioner. After a few strokes, he knew that it was almost half a pound.
"What? Longjing?"
Dean Shen was really shocked, thinking that this boy from the Lin family was more wild than he originally thought. Are such precious teas given away by the pound?
He had no intention of accepting it. He had some idea of how much a pound of tea was sold for on the black market. It was no joke to buy something worth tens of dollars. If he was caught, he could be sentenced.
But he couldn't bear to part with it. The tea was Longjing tea, which was rare in the north. In ancient times, it was called tribute.
(At this time, the production area of Longjing was limited to the West Lake in Hangzhou, and the output was very low. A few decades later, any green tea produced around Shaoxing, Hangzhou can be called Longjing, such as Yuezhou Longjing, Qiantang Longjing, Dafo Longjing, etc.) < br>
Dean Shen, who was holding the tea, was confused whether he should take it or not.
After some ideological struggle, Dean Shen gritted his teeth. He wanted the tea, but he couldn't take it for free. Taking it for free would be a mistake.
"Okay, Xiaoqi, thank you, uncle. I want this tea, but I have to give you the money, otherwise I won't dare accept the tea." Lin Sanqi lowered her voice again, almost biting her ears:
"Uncle Shen, it doesn't matter whether it's money or not. What's important is that I want to buy two hundred-year-old wild ginseng. Can you make it easier for me?"
It’s normal to give some gifts when you’re entrusting someone to do things. Dean Shen comforted himself by saying:
"Okay, leave this to me. Tomorrow you go to your father to make a bill and ask him to write down the diagnosis more seriously, and then I'll sign it."
Dean Shen has decided that not only will it be specially approved, but the price will definitely be more favorable, as long as the public does not lose money.
Lin Sanqi was really elated at this time, and at the same time she despised herself a little in her heart. She finally became the kind of person she hated...
After bidding farewell to Dean Shen, Lin Sanqi did not go home. Instead, she came to the back room that was used as a utility room and pushed the door open.
When she came out again, Lin Sanqi had already carried a large sack on her back. 30 pounds of tea was neither light nor heavy, so it was most convenient to carry it on her back.
If you are really blocked by someone, the worst you can do is throw the tea leaves away and dive into the alley, and you will basically not be able to catch them.
It was already past 8pm.
From Hutong all the way to Beiheyan Street, there are no street lights and no cars passing by. The lights are dark and it is easy to fall into a trap if you are not careful, so no one wants to go out at night.
Fortunately, Di'anmen Street not far away is regarded as the main road and there are street lights that can borrow some light. Even this street light went out at 10 o'clock in the evening.
Under the dim light, there were actually five old men practicing Tai Chi in Huangchenggen Park...
Well, luckily this is 1959, if you try it in 1969.
Lin Sanqi took a closer look and saw that it was indeed the old man Fu Zuo, so he felt relieved. This old man was the first pot of gold he could cash out from his traffic, so he definitely couldn't miss it.
"Uncle Fu?"
"Lin Shanqi?"
The old man ran over excitedly, not forgetting to wave his hands at the same time, and the remaining old men quickly dispersed to let the wind blow.
Lin Sanqi was stunned, thinking that these old men were so skillful in their movements, couldn't they be the opposition to the National MD? This good urban drama won't turn into a spy drama, right?
Old Man Fu saw the fear in Lin Sanqi's eyes, and he felt relieved. He was not afraid of meeting baby birds, but was afraid of meeting old foxes.
"Brother Lin, have you brought the tea?"
Lin Sanqi gently put down the sack and opened it. Under the dim street light, bags of tea were stacked one on top of another, and the fragrance of the tea came out.
Old Man Fu was overjoyed and quickly opened a pack, "Oh, Longjing!"
First, he smelled it hard, then tasted one with his mouth, and nodded:
"It's not particularly good, but it's still a precious thing now. Brother Lin, you're a nice person. You didn't lie to me, old man!"
After saying that, Old Man Fu consciously took out a big black knife and put it in Lin Sanqi's arms:
"Count it, it's 2,300 yuan, no matter how much it is. Whether it's fake money or not, we men can check it out face to face when we do things."
Lin Sanqi was nervous and started to count the money with trembling hands. At the same time, she did not forget to glance at a few little old men not far away from the corner of her eyes.
He was really afraid of encountering a fairy, being robbed of tea leaves and beaten to death in a small park. These days, there were no peeks, not even passers-by, so his death would be in vain.
I thought that when I go back this time, I must buy an electric baton and pepper spray for self-defense.
(End of chapter)