Whatever You Think Is Appropriate

After exchanging a few pleasantries and hanging up, Shen Jingchuan dialed Meng Ke's number again and briefly explained the situation.

On the other end of the phone, Meng Ke's voice was full of surprise. "You really found it? Won't it be... difficult?"

"It wasn't difficult at all; they gave it to me quite readily."

Shen Jingchuan made it up randomly:

"I can repay the favors I owe later."

Meng Ke smiled softly, holding her phone. She wasn't stupid; all those talk of favors and connections was probably just Shen Jingchuan's fabrication.

This person harbors a great secret, yet never utters a word of it, always protecting her from harm and fear.

She was now head over heels in love with Shen Jingchuan, a typical love-struck fool. Why would she bother to expose or question him? She believed whatever he said; she wouldn't ask a single question if he didn't want to talk about it. She believed that everything he did was for her own good.

"That's good." Her voice was soft. "Come pick me up, let's go together."

They arrived at that nameless courtyard again. Upon seeing Shen Jingchuan and Meng Ke get out of the car, Professor Wen immediately rushed over, his expression filled with undisguised eagerness, as if he were hoping for a life-saving remedy. He kept urging, "Please come in quickly, please come in quickly," and his eyes unconsciously swept over the backpack on Shen Jingchuan's shoulder.

As soon as they sat down in the reception room, Shen Jingchuan, knowing the old man was anxious, skipped the small talk and took out two brocade boxes from his backpack, pushing them to the table.

These two ginseng roots were nurtured in his spatial storage for a long time. As soon as the lid was lifted, a clear and mellow ginseng fragrance wafted out, making one feel refreshed and invigorated.

Professor Wen quickly stepped forward, and held his breath after just one glance.

He had handled countless old wild ginsengs in his life, but these two were truly extraordinary—the rhizome was slender and curved, a standard goose-neck rhizome, with densely layered rhizome bowls and a smooth, round bottom; the main root had tight skin with fine lines and deep, clear iron-wire patterns; the ginseng whiskers were as supple as leather strips, adorned with tiny pearl-like bumps.

Judging by its appearance alone, it already resembles a top-grade wild ginseng. What's even more remarkable is that the ginseng body carries a warm and mellow aura, which he has never seen in ordinary old wild ginseng. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was different, but he felt that the whole body was exuding the Spiritual Qi accumulated over the years.

"Great stuff, really great stuff!"

He touched the ginseng whiskers lightly with his fingertips, his voice trembling:

"Look at this ginseng bowl and the length of this round reed; it's at least 180 years old, even Higher Vehicle than the last one!"

After exclaiming in surprise, he looked up at Shen Jingchuan, his tone solemn:

"Young Friend Shen, to be honest, the price I gave you last time was really unfair; I got a good deal. This time, for both of them, plus the difference from last time, I'll give you a total of fifty million. Does that seem reasonable?"

Shen Jingchuan smiled, his tone very casual:

"Professor Wen, as you know, I'm not that particular about money. If I refuse, you certainly won't be happy. Just give me whatever you think is appropriate; I'll take whatever amount you give."

"Good lad, very generous!" Professor Wen breathed a sigh of relief. "Please have a seat, I'll arrange the payment right away."

After saying that, he turned and left. Just a few minutes later, Meng Ke's phone popped up with a bank transfer notification. The payment for the ginseng last time had been transferred to her account. Professor Wen was aware of their relationship and didn't have Shen Jingchuan's account, so he naturally transferred the money as usual.

Meng Ke glanced at the numbers. Although he already knew the result in advance, he was still somewhat surprised that the ginseng Shen Jingchuan had brought out was worth so much money.

"It's in the account, fifty million." She whispered to Shen Jingchuan.

As soon as he finished speaking, Professor Wen pushed open the door and walked in, smiling as he asked:

"Xiao Meng, did you receive the money?"

"Received, thank you," Meng Ke nodded in response.

Shen Jingchuan sat to the side without saying much. This amount of money meant nothing to him anymore.

He has already achieved true financial freedom. He can casually bring back some medicinal herbs and stones from other worlds, which would be worth hundreds or thousands of times more in modern times.

Take that piece of jadeite rough that Meng Ke brought back before, for example. He made it into bracelets and pendants and gradually sold them off. He still hasn't sold them all. He made hundreds of millions of yuan just from selling them all.

Compared to the money, the most valuable thing is being able to connect with Professor Wen and build this relationship, which will make things easier for me in this world in the future.

After lunch, Shen Jingchuan and Meng Ke said goodbye and left, while Professor Wen went straight to the small building in the backyard.

When I pushed open the door, Elder Yang was standing in front of the table with his hands behind his back, looking down at the two old ginseng roots that had been delivered earlier. He only slowly raised his eyes when he heard the noise.

"Xiao Wen, these are the two you went through so much trouble to find?"

Don't underestimate them.

Professor Wen walked over, his tone solemn:

"Last time you were critically ill, you were saved entirely by a ginseng of the same quality, and your health is even better than before you got sick. Our laboratory has repeatedly tested it, and this ginseng is incomparable to ordinary century-old wild ginseng."

In terms of conventional nutritional indicators, it is only slightly higher than ordinary old ginseng, which is not too outrageous, but it contains an inexplicable active substance.

Your current physical parameters are at the level of someone in their seventies; several of your cardiopulmonary indicators are even better than mine.

He paused, then added:

"According to my estimation, if you use these two vials as part of the full course of treatment, your physical functions will improve even further, and might even... surpass my current state in every aspect."

Elder Yang chuckled, his tone relaxed. "According to you, my body has regressed to that of someone in their sixties?"

"That's quite possible." Professor Wen nodded, his expression very serious.

"If I find a few more, wouldn't I be able to turn back the clock?"

Professor Wen quickly waved his hand:

"That might not work. Everything has its limits. It's not that age can actually reverse, but that the body's functions can only recover to the level of that age group. And in my opinion, after using two more doses, you'll probably hit a plateau, and any further supplementation won't have much effect."

"Just kidding."

Elder Yang smiled and shook his head:

"There's no such thing as immortality; birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural order of life. I'm already very content that I was able to survive this time and recover so much from my previous illness."

It's good that you can think positively about it.

Professor Wen sighed softly and said, "Speaking of which, the person we should thank the most is that young man Shen. Without him producing such a rare item, no matter how capable I am, it would be useless."

"It's only right to thank him."

Elder Yang nodded:

"But you also deserve credit—you were the one who brought the patient here, you were the one who prescribed the medicine, and you personally administered the treatment. We've known each other for so many years, don't I know your personality? So don't try to deny it to me."

As he spoke, he lightly touched the ginseng rootlets with his fingertips and casually said, "Once it's processed, you can have some too."

Professor Wen quickly declined:

"That won't do, this thing is too precious... it can't be bought with money."

"What's so precious about it?"

Elder Yang interrupted him, his tone calm but leaving no room for refusal:

"You need to be healthy to stay with me for many more years. Besides, you just said that this stuff has its limits; using too much is a waste."

Professor Wen hesitated for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile:

"That's true, but it can't hurt to take more supplements..."

"Things will turn into their opposites when they reach their extremes, listen to me," Elder Yang said firmly.

"Okay, whatever you say."

Professor Wen finally agreed, a hint of a smile in his eyes:

"Then I'll take advantage of your generosity and use a smaller amount, just to have it used as a clinical case and record the effect."