Selling the Prescription (8)

Worried about her husband's health, Mrs. Ruan did not stay in the pharmacy for long. She left after saying a few words to Nianyang.

Before she left, she left Nianyang her home number and address and asked her to look for them if she needed anything when she arrived in Pingjing.

Nianyang readily agreed and kicked the 500 yuan and contact address that Mrs. Ruan had given her into her pocket meticulously. In fact, she threw it into the small warehouse behind the medicine tower in the space. It was definitely a foolproof location to hide treasures in.

After sending Mrs. Ruan and the others off, Nianyang remembered the original intention of coming to the Hundred Charities Hall. She went straight to the point and said to Wang Ping, "Hello, Boss. I have a business deal I want to do with you. I wonder if you're interested?"

The person in front of him was the real miracle doctor, Hua Tuo. Wang Ping was naturally interested. "Miss Divine Doctor, do you have medicinal herbs you want to sell to me?"

The Hundred Charities Hall was a pharmacy. Other than buying and selling herbs, they also treat illnesses and save people. However, a divine doctor with outstanding medical skills like Nianyang would definitely not sit in the Hundred Charities Hall to treat illnesses. Therefore, the only possibility was to buy and sell herbs.

Nianyang shook her head and said, "It's like this. I have a prescription to cure the infectious influenza virus. I want to find a trustworthy pharmacy to sell it to. I think that Hundred Charities Hall meets my requirements very well. I just don't know if you want to buy it, Boss."

Infectious influenza virus?

Wang Ping thought about how many people in Pingjing City had contracted infectious cold diseases in recent months. The news spread like wildfire. There were not even enough beds in the hospital.

Even though Wang Ping was not in charge of Pingjing, he had a premonition that if the influenza was not dealt with as soon as possible, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Wang Ping's eyes lit up. "Miss Divine Doctor, from what you're saying, have you heard something?"

Nianyang said in a low voice, "To be honest, I've already heard that many patients infected with the influenza virus have appeared in various cities in Pingjing, so I took the time to study it. This influenza virus spreads very quickly. I'm afraid this town will be severely affected in less than half a month. The prescription in my hand can effectively cure this virus!"

When Wang Ping heard this, he was immediately excited. "Miss Divine Doctor, are you serious? Can your prescription really cure the illness?"

"Of course."

"Then how much is Miss Divine Doctor?" Wang Ping suppressed his excitement and asked. He thought to himself that if what Nianyang said was true, with this prescription, he could use this infectious influenza to make a huge profit and even make his medicine hall famous!

"Two thousand."

"Two thousand?"

Wang Ping's expression changed slightly. He subconsciously felt that this price was too high. All the medicinal herbs in their pharmacy combined could not reach 2,000 yuan.

"Miss Divine Doctor, this is too much…"

Nianyang could tell that Wang Ping was retreating. Her eyes lit up as she said, "Boss, you have to think carefully. The influenza this time is not an ordinary cold. In the beginning, the patient will only have a fever and diarrhea, but in the later stages, they will cough up blood and have difficulty breathing. In serious cases, it will be life-threatening. If you have my prescription, you can save the patient from trouble. Not only can you gain a good reputation for the Hundred Charities Hall, but you can also bring in countless customers for you. At that time, will you still have to worry about not being able to earn back the 2,000 yuan?"

When Wang Ping heard that it made sense, he just did not understand one point. "Since Miss Divine Doctor can see through it so clearly, why don't you take the prescription and help treat the illness yourself? This is a good time to earn your reputation!"

Nianyang smiled. "I naturally have my reasons. This is my prescription. Take a look first."

Wang Ping took the prescription and saw that the name of the medicine was "Silver Tiger Soup". Below it was the dosage and usage of the herbs.

"Miss Divine Doctor, your prescription is filled with Chinese herbs. Is it really useful?" Wang Ping was a little hesitant.

Although he was very impressed by Nianyang's acupuncture technique just now, he still did not trust Chinese medicine deep down. What if this divine doctor was only good at acupuncture and her Chinese medicine was not exquisite? If something went wrong with this prescription, something big would happen.

"Boss, I can guarantee that there's no problem with the prescription. If you're worried, my family lives in the lower east end of this town. My surname is Gu. If anything goes wrong, you can look for me."

"Since Miss Divine Doctor has said so, what else am I worried about?" With that, Wang Ping immediately went to get 2,000 yuan in cash and completed the transaction with Nianyang.

When Nianyang received the 2,000 yuan, she placed it in her space immediately and left the Hundred Charities Hall.