At nearly ten o’clock at night, the Yan and Yu siblings returned to Zuimo Court after having dinner at Luo Jianjun’s private kitchen.
As soon as they got ho, Yan Feifan discovered that, with Mrs. Du attending to them, several unexpected guests were waiting.
They were Ma Hongchen, the owner of the Jinxiu Grand Hotel, his fraternal twins, and another father-son pair.
Yan Feifan recognized the son of this pair at a glance.
It was the sa guy who had nearly plunged off the building two nights ago, the one he and Yu Suye had worked together to save.
As for the twins, Ma Yufeng and Ma Weixia.
Yan Feifan noticed that as they walked toward him, they couldn’t help but twitch the corners of their mouths.
Moreover, their gaits were a little stiff, as if they were dragging their legs.
It was quite obvious that the two of them had been soundly disciplined by their father, who had just returned to the country.
’His children are already grown, yet he still treats them equally to a bit of corporal punishnt,’ Yan Feifan thought. ’This Ma Hongchen, a mber of the Municipal Political Consultative Conference, is actually quite... amusing.’
After so simple pleasantries, the two fathers had their children express their profound gratitude to Yan Feifan and Yu Suye.
They also presented them with carefully prepared thank-you gifts.
Two exquisitely packaged wild ginseng roots.
According to Ma Hongchen, the wild ginseng roots were sixty years old and weighed over 160 grams and 180 grams, respectively.
He had bought them last year through a chance opportunity from a "mountain runner" in the Northeast.
Yan Feifan and Yu Suye tried to refuse, but unable to decline such a heartfelt gesture, they accepted the gifts.
After seeing the guests off, Yu Suye and Yu Chuanbai eagerly picked up a box of ginseng each and began to examine them closely.
Yan Feifan asked curiously, "You two know how to identify ginseng?"
Yu Suye shot him a look and said, "My grandfather is in charge of purchasing and preparing traditional Chinese dicinal ingredients at our clinic."
"The clinic uses a huge amount of ginseng, though most of it is cultivated, forest-grown ginseng."
"We have wild ginseng too, but in very small quantities."
"We grew up around it, so while we may not be experts at identifying ginseng, we’re definitely above average."
"This root..."
Yu Suye gently shook the box in her hand and explained, "It has a double rhizo head, the skin is brownish and tight, the ’iron wire’ rings are dense, and the fibrous roots are long with quite a few ’pearl spots’..."
"I can confirm it’s wild mountain ginseng, not cultivated forest-grown ginseng masquerading as it."
"But as for the age..."
Yu Suye leaned over the box again, peering at the ginseng inside through the sealed, transparent plastic. "It’s definitely not sixty years old..." she judged.
"It should be around... thirty or forty years old."
Just then, Yan Ziruo asked with an expectant look, "Su Ye, how much is this ginseng root worth?"
Yu Chuanbai took over, explaining, "Wild ginseng is becoming rarer and rarer, so the price keeps going up. Scarcity creates value, after all."
"A while ago, I used the clinic’s connections to find a wild ginseng root for soone."
"It was fifty years old, weighed 210 grams, and its quality appeared a bit better than this one."
"The price was 300,000."
Yu Chuanbai looked at the ginseng in his sister’s hand again, pondered for a mont, and said, "As for these two roots, I’d roughly estimate their price to be sowhere between 200,000 and 300,000."
Yan Ziruo’s eyes imdiately lit up. "Wow, it’s that expensive?" she exclaid. "Not bad, not bad at all."
"Feifan, let’s store it carefully. It could co in handy soday."
Yu Suye gently reminded her, "Big Sis, if ginseng is stored for too long, its efficacy will gradually diminish."
"Generally speaking, it shouldn’t be stored for more than three years."
She looked at the ginseng in her hand again and said, "From the looks of it, this root was probably harvested at least two years ago."
"The traditional dicine Feifan is taking now has ginseng as its main ingredient. So this ginseng is perfect for preparing his dicine."
Yan Ziruo glanced at her brother’s still sowhat thin fra, nodded, and said, "Alright, we’ll use it for Feifan’s dicine then."
She then reached out and patted her brother’s chest. "Feifan, after you consu ginseng that’s worth so much money, even if you can’t get a body like the Thunder God, you’d better at least look like Captain Arica."
Yan Feifan rolled his eyes. "Sis, that kind of muscular physique cos from years of working out, plus eating things like protein powder."
"This ginseng is supposed to replenish a person’s vital energy."
Yu Suye humd in agreent. "That’s more or less right. Because of the long coma caused by the accident, Feifan’s body is severely depleted. He needs ginseng to replenish his vital energy."
"But Feifan probably won’t be able to use up this whole root by himself."
"How about this: after we’ve prepared the dicine, you can sell the rest of the ginseng to our Yu Family’s clinic at market price?"
The Yan siblings naturally agreed to this proposal.
It was getting late, so they all washed up and went to their respective rooms to rest.
Yu Chuanbai stayed the night in the only empty guest room.
Yan Feifan lay down on his bed.
He ntally rehearsed the spinal canal tumor resection surgery he was scheduled to lead tomorrow one more ti. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard the sound of his door being gently pushed open.
Yan Feifan opened his eyes in the darkness and saw a tall figure approach his bed and lift the blanket covering him.
Feeling a warm, soft body embrace him, Yan Feifan whispered, "Um, tomorrow... I have a surgery. I’m the lead surgeon."
"Don’t get the wrong idea."
Yu Suye’s voice humd in his ear. "I was afraid I’d lie in bed alone and let my mind wander."
"Holding you helps sleep more peacefully..."
Yan Feifan said, "Oh," and obediently lay still, preparing to sleep.
But a mont later, he felt two fingers, like the legs of a tiny person, running back and forth across his chest and stomach...
Yan Feifan grabbed her small hand.
"Stop ssing around. Go to sleep!"
"But I can’t sleep."
Helpless, Yan Feifan turned onto his side and saw two bright points glittering in the darkness, like twinkling stars in the night sky.
"Close your eyes, and you’ll fall asleep."
The two bright points before him disappeared.
A mont later, her voice piped up again. "Still can’t sleep!"
Speechless, Yan Feifan reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Their two bodies pressed tightly together. An alluring, faint fragrance entered Yan Feifan’s nostrils and seeped into his very being...
Yan Feifan found himself growing more and more awake, and a certain part of his body was stirring restlessly...
’Fine, so much for sleeping...’
Suddenly, Yan Feifan’s phone, which was on the desk by his bed, started vibrating.
One of the things doctors fear most is a sudden phone call in the middle of the night.
A call at this hour is usually not good news.
Yan Feifan quickly freed a hand and grabbed his phone.
It was a call from that guy, Qi Xiuping.
"What is it? Spit it out." Being interrupted at a mont like this, Yan Feifan’s tone was understandably harsh.
Perhaps sensing Yan Feifan’s displeasure, Qi Xiuping’s voice on the other end of the line beca cautious.
"Mr. Yan, I just wanted to let you know, I just passed the assessnt and beca one of the five..."
"Got it!"
Yan Feifan replied and hung up the phone directly.
He put his phone down and was about to resu his previous offensive when his hand was stopped by Yu Suye.
"My brother’s in the room next door..."
"Let’s go upstairs..."
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