"Whether I'm talking nonsense or not, you know best. How about this, drive the car to a place where there's a traffic cop, and we'll ask them, okay?" Ge Dongxu saw that the driver, after being exposed, not only refused to admit his mistake but also had an arrogant attitude, which made him quite annoyed, and he said coldly.
"Screech!" The driver abruptly brought the car to a halt, then turned to Ge Dongxu and said, "Settle the fare. Since you don't trust , you can get out and hail another cab."
"You took on a roundabout route, haven't even gotten to my destination, and you still want to pay you? Are you not being too much of a bully?" Ge Dongxu said angrily.
"So I'm bullying you, what about it? Damn, what's a country bumpkin like you acting all high and mighty for? Either pay what the ter says plus an extra ten yuan and I'll take you to Yongqing Hall, or pay up and get out right now!" The driver thought that Ge Dongxu, a young man, would be easy to intimidate, and with a nacing look, he stated.
But Ge Dongxu was unwilling to comply and simply opened the car door and got out.
Seeing Ge Dongxu getting out of the car without paying, the driver imdiately got out too and went forward to grab Ge Dongxu by the collar. However, before his hand could touch Ge Dongxu's neck, Ge Dongxu grabbed his wrist, and he started to howl in pain.
"You have two options, give you fifteen yuan, and you take to Yongqing Hall, or you won't get a single cent. Of course, you can also call soone over, and we'll see if I get scared," Ge Dongxu said coldly.
Only then did the driver realize he had encountered soone tough and reluctantly said, "Give fifteen yuan, and I'll take you to Yongchun Hall."
Being unfamiliar with the place, Ge Dongxu didn't want to make a big fuss, and seeing that the driver was willing to give in, he got back into the car.
Because of the driver taking detours, and after such a commotion, Ge Dongxu arrived at Yongchun Hall at almost nine o'clock.
Yongchun Hall was established at the end of the Qing dynasty and has been passed down for over a hundred and thirty years in Huaxia Country.
Yongchun Hall still retains so of its ancient architecture from the late Qing dynasty, appearing particularly rustic and perated with a sense of history, containing the cultural accumulation of the years, making people feel as if they have stepped into an ancient pharmacy upon entering, and unconsciously start to show a kind of solemn respect and trust for the antique Chinese dicine.
Yongchun Hall is quite large, not only featuring a Chinese dicine museum but also a health clinic, a dicinal food restaurant, and a sales hall.
The sales hall serves as the public business front for Yongchun Hall with Chinese dicine specialist clinics and a pharmacy.
Ge Dongxu was not sure whom to approach, but figuring that he was there to sell dicine, it seed appropriate to find the pharmacy, so he headed there.
Although there were quite a few patients coming to Yongchun Hall for treatnt, there were only a sparse number of patients waiting at the pharmacy counter to get their prescription filled. This was because Yongchun Hall also offered dicine brewing services, so most patients seeing a doctor here also entrusted Yongchun Hall to brew their dicines. Hence, patients generally only needed to pay at the cashier after getting their prescriptions and didn't need to worry about anything else. The prescriptions would naturally be processed to the brewing and pharmacy departnts, and patients just had to return at the specified ti to pick up their prepared dicine.
While there were few patients waiting for their prescriptions, the pharmacists behind the pharmacy counter were very busy, continuously drawing drawers and grabbing dicines according to prescriptions, then wrapping up the dicine packages.
"Where's your prescription?" As there weren't many patients waiting for prescriptions, Ge Dongxu, a young man dressed like a country person, stood out conspicuously. A pharmacist, having just finished one prescription, ca to the back of the counter and asked Ge Dongxu.
"Hello, doctor, I'm not here to fill a prescription; I've co to sell so wild Polygonum multiflorum. Do you have a specific place that buys dicinal herbs?" Ge Dongxu asked.
"Oh, I didn't expect a young man like you to be selling dicine! We do have a place for that, but we have regular suppliers for our ingredients, and we only make one-off purchases for rare items. How old is your wild Polygonum multiflorum? If it's not old enough, our purchasing departnt won't even consider it." The pharmacist was quite nice. Upon hearing the question, he initially expressed surprise, then proceeded to explain the details to Ge Dongxu.
Clearly, the pharmacist didn't believe that Ge Dongxu, a re youth, could possess wild Polygonum multiflorum of significant age. Otherwise, if an adult had co with the sa claim, he wouldn't have asked these questions but would have directed them straight to the purchasing departnt.
"It should be about a thousand years old!" Ge Dongxu replied.
"A thousand years!" The pharmacist exclaid loudly upon hearing this, and everyone else stopped their work to look at Ge Dongxu. However, they quickly shook their heads with smiles, clearly disbelieving that a youngster like Ge Dongxu could have a thousand-year-old wild Polygonum multiflorum.
"Young man, thousand-year-old wild Polygonum multiflorum is extrely rare, and how can you recognize it? Don't be misled by martial arts novels, thinking that any wild Polygonum multiflorum you dig up is a thousand years old," the pharmacist said with a smile, shaking his head after his initial shock.
Clearly, he didn't believe it either.
"It really is a thousand-year-old wild Polygonum multiflorum, I recognize traditional dicine," Ge Dongxu insisted.
"Oh, then bring out your thousand-year-old wild Polygonum multiflorum and let have a look," the pharmacist said with a smile, his expression casual. He clearly didn't believe Ge Dongxu; he just wanted to see the herb and then send the young custor on his way.
"Fine!" Ge Dongxu opened his backpack and took out the dark brown, unevenly surfaced Polygonum multiflorum that weighed at least ten pounds.
The mont Ge Dongxu produced the Polygonum multiflorum, the pharmacist's eyes widened in astonishnt, and everyone hurried over. One of the older pharmacists even reached out to touch the uneven texture caused by rock pressure, his hand trembling slightly.
"This Polygonum multiflorum is indeed very old, very old! Xiao He, take this young man to the purchasing departnt to find Chief Liu," the older pharmacist said, after caressing the thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum to steady his emotions, then turned to instruct a younger person next to him.
"Okay, Teacher Zhang," the young person responded, then stepped out from behind the counter and said to Ge Dongxu, "Young brother, follow ; I'll take you to the purchasing departnt."
"Thank you, doctors," Ge Dongxu replied with a slight bow to the pharmacists behind the counter, then turned to the young man with a smile and said, "Thank you for the trouble, Doctor He."
"No trouble at all; it's a minor matter," the young man, actually an apprentice, replied with a smile, clearly pleased to be called a doctor, as he led the way.
"Teacher Zhang, how does this Polygonum multiflorum compare to the one we sold in our hall a couple of years ago, which one is older?" After Ge Dongxu left, the pharmacist who had first attended to him had lost interest in preparing dicine and quietly asked the oldest pharmacist.
"I think this one is older," Teacher Zhang replied thoughtfully and with certainty.
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