"Do you have any fifty-year-old ginseng?" Seeing the salesclerk remain silent, the middle-aged man asked again anxiously.
"No, we don't." The salesclerk snapped out of it and hurriedly replied.
"Oh no, what do we do?" The people in the crowd grew anxious when they heard this. "We have to get her to a hospital."
"We can't. The patient is having an acute heart attack. In her current state, she won't make it to the hospital without some ginseng to keep her going," the middle-aged man said, his brow tightly furrowed.
"Please, save my grandmother." Hearing this, the young woman beside him grew frantic. "I'm begging you," she pleaded.
"But I don't have any here…" The middle-aged man wanted to help, but you can't make bricks without straw.
Before the man could finish, Su Qing stepped forward and handed him a box. "Here's a ginseng root, about sixty years old. This should work, right?"
