She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Zheng Yongnian was so distressed that he didn't even answer his grandson.

Zheng Xiuzhu had no choice but to sit outside with Manshu and Qi Xiang staring at each other.

"Ms. Manshu, may I ask how you and my grandfather knew each other?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Manshu raised his eyes.

Zheng Xiuzhu immediately explained: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious, my grandfather's personality is not..."

Looks so good.

"What bad things are you saying about me, you little brat!"

Zheng Xiuzhu was interrupted by Zheng Yongnian before he could finish his words.

When he turned around, he saw Zheng Yongnian appearing with an ancient rectangular box in his arms.

This box... Zheng Xiuzhu's face changed slightly: "Grandpa, why did you take it out?"

Isn’t this the treasure of this store?

Normally the old man wouldn't even let them look at him.

Those who came to ask for medicine were turned away by him.

But today, why did he take it out on his own initiative?

Zheng Xiuzhu had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Zheng Yongnian pushed the rectangular box in front of Mansu.

"Look, this thing is my sweetheart!"

Mansu took it away, just like taking his heart away.

Zheng Yongnian turned his face away with a painful look, unable to bear to watch!

Manshu opened the long box, and inside it lay a ginseng quietly, like a vivid little man, with its root not damaged at all.

Obviously, the person who dug it out was knowledgeable, and later generations have also preserved it properly.

"This ginseng comes from Changbai Mountain. I spent all my wealth to get it..."

Zheng Xiuzhu sneered at the side. The so-called spending all the family wealth was what the old man used to exchange a 50-jin bag of millet with others when he went into the mountains to collect ginseng.

Who made that family have no food to eat and almost starve to death?

In that famine-stricken era, rice was more valuable than ginseng.

The most important thing is that money can’t buy rice.

But a bag of millet can save that family's lives.

Especially since there was a woman who had just given birth and a baby who was crying for food.

If Zheng Yongnian knew that his grandson scoffed at this, he would definitely scold him to death.

Because, that bag of millet meant all the family’s wealth back then.

Because of this, the old woman almost fought with him.

"I will send this ginseng to someone who truly understands it and will not waste it."

Manshu saw Zheng Yongnian's reluctance and made a promise to him.

"Really?"

Zheng Yongnian didn't quite believe it.

"I came to Hong Kong this time to seek medical treatment. Do you know that there is a Chinese medicine expert living in the Shallow Water Villa District? His surname is Guo."

"You mean, Mr. Guo Changqing?"

Of course Zheng Yongnian knew Mr. Guo.

In the entire Hong Kong city, anyone with a little knowledge knows the name of Mr. Guo.

Even for the top wealthy families in Hong Kong, it is not easy to invite Mr. Guo to see a doctor.

Because they come to Hong Kong to retire, not to work.

Now the Guo family business has been passed down to his grandchildren. His sons' generation are all engaged in business, but none of them practice medicine.

Fortunately, it is said that Mr. Guo’s grandson practices medicine, thus continuing the Guo family’s tradition.

Dr. Guo, also known as Guo Xinyi, who is now popular in the circle, is a descendant of traditional Chinese medicine.

"If you want to meet Mr. Guo, this gift is just right."

Zheng Yongnian sighed that the little girl really put in a lot of effort in seeking medical treatment.

"You are seeking medical treatment for your family, right? In this case, I will write a visiting card for you. At least, you will not be turned away before you even enter the Guo family's door."

Zheng Yongnian truly felt a deep sympathy for Manshu, otherwise he would not have treated her as a friend.

Therefore, he wrote this visiting card in a straightforward manner.