That afternoon, Jiang He and Yang Yunxue returned with five jin of beef and some cotton cloth.
Early the next morning, Yang Zhengshan went to the county town alone.
The eldest and second sons needed the ox cart to haul firewood, so Yang Zhengshan could only walk to the county town.
There were only two medical halls in the county town, and Yang Zhengshan went to the better one. Perhaps because the seasons were changing, there were many patients there, all lined up in a long queue.
Yang Zhengshan was not there to see a doctor, so naturally he did not queue. He walked straight into the medical hall.
"What can I do for you, brother?"
A thirty something years old man stood behind the counter and looked at Yang Zhengshan as he spoke.
An elderly man nearby was taking someone's pulse.
Yang Zhengshan knew the old man.
Song Yuanbo, the finest physician in Anning County. The thirty something years old man was his son, Song Ningfeng. There were also three apprentices in the medical hall, all grandsons of Song Yuanbo.
The original owner had once sought Song Yuanbo's help for the old injuries in his body, but treatment had cost too much, so he had not asked Song Yuanbo to treat him.
That was not to say Song Yuanbo cared only for money. Treating the original owner's old injuries required many precious medicinal ingredients. No matter how kind-hearted Song Yuanbo was, he could not pay out of pocket to treat someone.
"Doctor Song, I have an Old Mountain Ginseng here!"
As he spoke, Yang Zhengshan took out the wooden box and placed it on the counter.
Song Ningfeng opened the box, and his eyes lit up. "A thirty-five-year-old Old Mountain Ginseng? Not bad, not bad. Fine medicine indeed!"
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