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Chapter 665 Life hangs by a thread

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    "Miss Chu, I really have little medical skills." He shook his head.

    "Master Bu, you are an official of the imperial court after all, can't you really get this thousand-year-old ginseng?"

    "One or two plants can barely be tried, but the doctor said that this ginseng must be used for at least nine days in a row, and a new plant every day can be barely hanged. This is where I can find it. I have already sent people to Kyoto.  Please invite the famous genius doctor Wu Yitie to come here, he and I have some personal relations. But whether he can come here is another matter, it will take several days to come back and forth, how can I hold on."

    Chu Rong found a glimmer of hope. If someone is willing to lend her a plant, maybe her space can be planted.  Of course, this would be a huge risk for her. If she really took out the nine thousand-year-old ginseng, wouldn't she become a living target for the world.

    "Miss Chu, you have a way." Seeing that Chu Rong was thinking, Bu Fan asked her a question.  In Bu Fan's mind, Chu Rong is a rare woman who might surprise him.

    "Just now Mr. Bu said, 'I can try one or two plants', but is it true?"

    "It is said that the treasurer Qian of Kaiqianzhuang on the East Street has two ancestral ginseng plants with a thousand years old. You can try it, but I have never seen it, and I am not very familiar with him."

    "Then let's go."

    "Where are you going?"

    "Qian Zhuang." Chu Rong replied lightly, but she had made an unprecedented determination in her heart.

    Chu Rong thought that the best situation would be that the money shopkeeper is a generous person, and he is willing to lend them both plants. One plant will be used to hang people today, and she will take the other plant back and plant it in the space for the next day.  reward.  When the harvest is successful, that person's life will naturally be saved, and for Shopkeeper Qian, she can return three or four plants to express her gratitude.

    Of course, this is the most ideal situation. Why should the shopkeeper Qian's ancestral ginseng be lent to others? Just because of this, there is little hope.  And even if she borrows it, her space may not be able to be planted. Not only will the person not be rescued, but she will also owe him two thousand-year-old ginseng. How can she afford it.  In the end, even if everything went well, how would she explain the millennium-old ginseng incident to outsiders, and would she want to live if she was found out?

    Although there are many worries in her heart, at least there is a living life in front of her, and seeing the distressed look of her old mother, Chu Rong can't help but think of her parents

    The two of them rushed to the bank without delay.

    Although shopkeeper Qian was rich and powerful, when he heard that the magistrate was coming, he rushed out to entertain him.

    "Master Bu, what brought you here? Our bank has always paid taxes on time." Shopkeeper Qian greeted him with tea, half-jokingly.

    "Treasurer Qian heard that your family has two thousand-year-old ginseng plants." Bu Fan felt a little speechless, and it was a bit shameful to look forward to this family's ancestral treasure.

    Shopkeeper Qian was taken aback for a moment, and then continued to maintain a modest face, "There are, but I don't know what my lord asked me about this ancestral treasure?"

    "To be honest, saving people is extremely urgent. If there is no ginseng, that person will die today."

    Shopkeeper Qian hesitated for a moment, "May I ask who is saving?"

    Shopkeeper Qian still knows a thing or two about the background of this adult. If the person he wants to save is high-ranked, he will take it even if he doesn't.

    "A scholar who fainted in Xiaowuzhuang a few days ago has been unconscious for several days, but his condition suddenly became serious today. He is still breathing in the medical hall, and he will probably die after tonight."

    "Just a scholar?"

    Bu Fan knew what the treasurer of money meant. How could he just take out the ancestral treasure, not to mention that the person he wanted to save was a penniless scholar.

    "It's really just a scholar, and his family is poor." Bu Fan sighed.

    In fact, there was another reason for him to save this person. After all, this person had an accident under Chu Rong's management. She had promised Chu Rong that even if this person died, he would not let Chu Rong take responsibility, but  Where is it so easy to operate, the best situation is that this person can't die.

    Chu Rong's thinking is much simpler, no matter how expensive the ginseng is, it is just a dead thing, but the human life lying there is alive.  Besides, if the scholar really died, his old mother would most likely follow him. Two ginsengs were exchanged for two lives, and in her opinion, it was no longer worth it.  Of course, she also knew that she couldn't be kidnapped morally. If the money shopkeeper really refused to take it out, there was nothing she could do about it.

    "Master Bu, you must know that this ginseng is not like sesame seeds and potatoes, you can find it anywhere. My Qian family keeps this ginseng for life-saving in emergency. If you give it to others,What will my wife and I use in the future?  "

    Shopkeeper Qian couldn't be more reasonable, and Bu Fan had no better solution, so he prepared to leave.

    "Treasurer Qian, if you lend us two plants today, can I return you three plants within three days?" Chu Rong who was on the side listened for a long time, and finally began to speak.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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