"Boss, next time you get stock, call me."
Zhou Ping'an walked out of Fu'an Pharmacy, carrying the weighty bag, his expression a mix of sighs and shakes of the head.
He thought to himself, no wonder Doctor Zhang from Chengkang Hospital absolutely refused to believe that he had cured Wu Lele using traditional Chinese medicine.
He wouldn't have believed it either.
Buying ginseng was such a hassle.
He had spent a total of 200,000 yuan to buy less than twenty kilograms of ginseng, and though there was definitely a medicinal effect, the potency was much lower compared to that of another world.
He had tried a little before, and had estimated.
Ignoring the damage to the body's balance from too much ginseng consumption in a short period of time… the twenty kilograms of cultivated ginseng, if he absorbed all the beneficial parts, would barely be equivalent to four Blood Fortifying Pills.
Zhou Ping'an knew it was not good to compare the price levels of two worlds.