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"Is there anything else? If not, you can go back," Qiao Mei said.

He Ning did not beat around the bush anymore and directly said to Qiao Mei, "I have another reason for coming here. I want to buy the ginseng that you have."

Qiao Mei already knew that He Ning was here for the ginseng, but if it looked as if she had too many, it would only make He Ning suspicious. It was not as if 100-year-old ginsengs could be cultivated in the greenhouse?

How could there be so many of them all over the mountain area? Even the villagers heard about it, no one would believe it.

"If you're talking about ginseng that's five to six years old, I still have that. I don't have 100-year-old ginseng," Qiao Mei said.

Huo Gao pursed his lips. A ginseng that was only five or six years old was no different from a little carrot to a dying person like He Ning. Even eating one whole ginseng in one bite could not make up for his depleted vitality.