Zhao Ping'an called Sun Henian, but no one answered, Zhao Ping'an suddenly remembered that Sun Henian would personally give lectures to his little granddaughter on weekends, and occasionally bring his own graduate students, plus people are old and not used to using modern things like mobile phones, so they often can't be contacted.

It seemed that he could only inquire by himself, Zhao Ping'an took a taxi, followed the route on the map, and came to another branch of Xinglintang.

But the strange thing is that this Xinglin Hall is actually in a closed state.

Zhao Ping'an frowned, could it be that something happened to Xinglin Hall?

But this matter is not within the scope of Zhao Ping'an's consideration, since Xinglintang is not open, he will go to another place to look for it.

Zhao Ping'an had heard when he went down the mountain that in the antique street in Los Angeles, not only antiques are sold, but there are all kinds of strange things, medicinal materials, handicrafts, everything, messy, but very complete.

When Zhao Ping'an came to the antique street, he saw that a street was all simple small stalls, a little better, a shelf, not particular, directly spread a snakeskin bag, put things on the end of the matter, if there is a city management, just roll up and run.

Zhao Ping'an looked at the past all the way, there was really everything on this street, even the rooster bowl of the Tang Dynasty was blatantly put up, and he didn't know if it was a joke or trying to fool a fool.

Many people looked at Zhao Ping'an's tender face, and they preconceived that Zhao Ping'an was the kind of layman who wanted to come to the antique street to pick up leaks, and began to shout hard, but Zhao Ping'an walked over without squinting all the way.

If you want to talk about antiques, he has seen more antiques in the past 20 years than these people combined, when Zhao Liuzhi was alive, he loved to fiddle with antiques, and people who wanted to find Zhao Liuzhi for treatment knew that Zhao Liuzhi was a little hobby, and the cherished antiques were all moved to Changbai Mountain in a basket, so for real and fake antiques, Zhao Ping'an could recognize them at a glance.

At the end of this street, there are no stalls, and the sellers have risen a level, and they have opened large and small shops, and the decoration is antique, and it is really like that.

Zhao Ping'an looked at the signboard above his head, and casually found a shop called "Rejuvenation Hall" and walked in.

Seeing Zhao Ping'an coming in, a clerk in a Tang costume greeted him and asked Zhao Ping'an what he wanted to buy.

Zhao Ping'an didn't directly say that he wanted to buy Luofu grass, and looked around at the furnishings on the shelves, all of which were some strange looking, but not very precious, and he also knew the foundation of this store.

"I want Ganoderma lucidum that has not seen the light for a hundred years. ”

As soon as these words came out, the clerk's smile froze directly on his face, and he said dryly: "Sir, you are ...... Isn't this embarrassing for our small shop, can you still grow without light Ganoderma lucidum, you still want a hundred years, our small shop really doesn't have it. ”

Zhao Ping'an shook his head helplessly, this clerk really has no medical knowledge at all, the best environment for the growth of Ganoderma lucidum is in an environment where there is no light, it can be seen from the level of the clerk, this shop is really not real, and the name is loud enough.

Zhao Ping'an shook his head and said that they didn't have the medicinal materials they wanted, and then left directly.

The clerk quietly took a sip behind his back, and said in his heart that the young man who looked like he was not yet twenty years old, and he came to buy a century-old Ganoderma lucidum, and he was not afraid of being weak and making up for the nosebleed.

Zhao Ping'an continued to find a few stores, some of them are the same as Huichun Hall, they are just a thing to fool laymen, although there are also two that have real materials, but after hearing that Zhao Ping'an wants Luofucao, no one has seen it.

It seems that this is nothing more than that, Zhao Ping'an shook his head, and decided to go home, if it really can't work, let the herb pickers under Watson Hall go to the place where they grow to try their luck.

But when Zhao Ping'an walked out of the street, he was stopped by a person who looked very down.

This person has a scruffy beard, his clothes have not been washed for a long time, and he exudes a peculiar smell as soon as he gets closer, Zhao Ping'an asked with a face as usual: "May I ask you what's the matter?" and then secretly took out his silver needle, this person has a bulging pocket, I don't know what it contains, or be careful.

The down-and-out man was a little gentle when he opened his mouth, and said unhurriedly: "May I ask if you are looking for Luofu grass, is it this herb?"

The middle-aged man took out a wilting herb from his pocket, the leaves of this herb were forked from the middle, and there was something like a cang's ear growing on the top.

"That's right, I'm just looking for it, and if you can cut it, I can offer a price that you see fit. "Zhao Ping'an is bound to win.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "I don't want money, I just want you to help me save someone." ”

Zhao Ping'an has not encountered this kind of request, nodded well in acceptance, and said to the middle-aged man: "Okay, what is the patient's illness and where is it now, I hope you can tell me." ”

The middle-aged man sighed, just saying that he would know when Zhao Ping'an saw it.

Following the middle-aged man all the way to a shack, Zhao Ping'an smelled the bitter smell in the air and was shocked: "This is paraquat?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said bitterly, "Yes, I know paraquat is a terminal disease, but I still hope you can take a look." ”

Zhao Ping'an asked calmly, "How much did the patient take?"

The middle-aged man picked up the small bottle placed on the table and handed it to Zhao Ping'an, Zhao Ping'an took it and shook it, and found that the entire bottle was empty.

The person lying on the bed was pale and angry, Zhao Ping'an walked over and checked his pulse, and found that he was using a century-old ginseng to hang his life, otherwise according to the amount of this take, the man's grave grass would have grown.

"Fortunately, there is still hope for treatment, if he can find arsenic cream and 100-year-old ginseng in half an hour, he will still have the possibility of treatment." ”

At this time, the middle-aged man's face was so bitter that he could drip water, and he muttered: "I don't have a penny now, and I can't buy these things at all." ”

Zhao Ping'an didn't care, and called the person in charge of Huashengtang, and in less than ten minutes, the extremely pure arsenic cream and the ginseng with the highest vintage were delivered to Zhao Ping'an.

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands in embarrassment, speechless with gratitude, Zhao Ping'an lightly reassured: "Don't mind, the value of these things is not as good as the Luofu grass in your hand." ”

While Zhao Ping'an was pricking the patient, he asked the person in charge of Huashengtang to find a large wooden bucket and pure water for bathing, and after filling the room, Zhao Ping'an's needles were also pricked.

"Put people in a bucket and then put arsenic and frost into water, but unfortunately there is no way to heat it, the medicine is not effective enough, so you can only soak it for a while. ”

The middle-aged man and Zhao Ping'an joined forces and put the patient in the bucket, but the strange thing was that the milky white water actually began to turn red, and it was ominous black and red.

"This is to remove the toxins from the flesh and bones, and the toxins from the internal organs need to be re-medicated. Zhao Ping'an reported a long list of medicinal names, all of which were extremely precious herbs, and the person in charge of Huashengtang went back to prepare without saying a word, but the middle-aged man was very embarrassed, and said in a loud voice that Zhao Ping'an had broken the bank.

The person in charge of Watson Hall came back half an hour later, bringing not only herbs, but also an induction cooker and a medicine pot, and after boiling the medicine, the patient's face had improved slightly.

After the medicinal bath was soaked and the medicine was boiled, it would take more than an hour, Zhao Ping'an turned his head and asked, "Why did the patient take paraquat?"

This is not that Zhao Ping'an inquired about other people's private affairs, but that he must understand the patient's condition, not only the physical condition, but also the psychological condition. Being able to take such a heavy dose of medicine is definitely a determination to die, and if you don't untie this knot, it will not be good for the patient's subsequent recovery.

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and didn't hide it: "He is my boss, and he used to be the president of Xinglintang, but I don't know where it came from a few days ago, saying that Xinglintang sold fake medicines and ate two people to death, and finally Xinglintang was thoroughly investigated by the above, and it was found that the ingredients containing pesticides in the herbs were found." ”

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man's attitude became excited, and he raised his voice and said: "Our medicines are all wild-picked, after more than a dozen process inspections, there can be no pesticides at all, and there has been no problem in the inspection for so many years, how can this inspection find so many, and it exceeds the standard by hundreds of times, someone must be secretly plotting to kill Xinglintang."

In the end, Xinglintang went bankrupt, and the boss couldn't accept it and committed suicide, which happened to be seen by me. ”

Zhao Ping'an nodded, and finally knew why he came to Xinglintang and why all the stores were closed.

It stands to reason that even if there is any problem found, it must first be spread all over the city, and then it will attract people from above to investigate thoroughly, and the time to find out is enough for Lin Yuemin, the owner of Xinglintang, to pull his skin up, and it is impossible to go bankrupt without the power to fight back. To say that there is no conspiracy in it, he Zhao Ping'an does not believe it.

An hour later, the entire bucket of medicinal soup turned black and red, and Zhao Ping'an and the middle-aged man fished Lin Yuemin out of the bucket and put him on the bed, and the medicine had already been boiled.

Zhao Ping'an helped the middle-aged man up, let him lean against the head of the bed, and then buckled the middle-aged man's chin, and directly fed the hot medicine.

The medicinal soup that had just come out of the pot was still bubbling, Lin Yuemin's mouth turned red directly, and when a bowl of medicine went down, Lin Yuemin's mouth had already been burned with a circle of bubbles, which made the middle-aged man tremble.

After drinking the medicine, the middle-aged man flattened Lin Yuemin and asked impatiently, "When will the boss wake up?"

Zhao Ping'an took the pulse again, and finally said: "Don't worry, you can wake up within half an hour." ”

Sure enough, as Zhao Ping'an said, twenty minutes later, Lin Yuemin's eyes moved, and the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to touch the bubbles on his mouth.