Chapter 31 Chapter 31 There is a reversal! A big! reversal! …
"An old ginseng that's over a hundred years old?"
"Doesn't that mean they have all become human forms?"
Twenty-year-old ginseng is already very potent, let alone a hundred-year-old ginseng.
No one had ever seen this kind of ginseng that had grown for more than a hundred years before, they had only heard people mention it once or twice, so when Shen Wanshan took out the cloth bag, everyone around crowded over, wanting to see the true face of this "hundred-year-old ginseng".
Shen Miao also wanted to take a look to see when such an expensive ginseng was available at home, but when she moved closer, she was glared back by Shen Wanshan, "There are so many people here, why are you squeezing in here?"
"I……"
"What about me? Go away. You haven't seen enough of watching at home every day? Why do you want to join in the fun?"
Shen Miao: ???
When did I see the ginseng that I had been guarding at home for a hundred years?!
Just as Shen Miao was about to speak a few words to defend herself, Shen Wanshan frowned slightly and instantly suppressed what she was about to say.
After all, they are grandpa and grandson, and he has studied medicine with his grandfather for more than 20 years. Sometimes there is no need for them to say much, and they can understand each other's intentions with just a glance.
Under the gazes of the crowd and the camera lenses, Shen Wanshan carefully opened the small cloth bag that was wrapped in layers.
I saw that there were a few short ginseng whiskers and a few dry ginseng slices inside. I don’t know if it was because they were pressed by the cloth bag, but the ginseng slices and whiskers were broken. However, because there was only a layer of cloth separating them from the body, after being heated by body temperature, I could smell a very rich fragrance.
It is the unique fragrance of ginseng, and if you smell it carefully you can taste a hint of bitterness.
"So it's...broken?"
Looking at the small amount of ginseng left in his palm, Zhang Rong asked.
Shen Wanshan explained calmly: "If ginseng is not properly stored after being picked, it will deteriorate and become ineffective. Making it into ginseng slices like this can preserve it for a longer time."
The man carrying the camera moved the lens closer, giving the film a close-up.
"The people at the pharmacy said the same thing," Zhang Xinjun continued, "but we usually buy whole ginseng slices. After all, the dried ginseng slices might contain fake ingredients, so..."
Realizing that his words might be a bit presumptuous, Zhang Xinjun quickly added, "No, no, no, don't misunderstand me, I don't doubt your meaning, I mean..."
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Shen Wanshan didn’t care, but waved his hand cheerfully, “This is definitely ginseng that has grown in the ground for more than a hundred years. If you don’t believe it, we have so many capable people here, let everyone see it, one year less, I will directly compensate you for the clinic.”
Shen Miao: …
The moment she heard Shen Wanshan's promise, Shen Miao almost knelt down before him.
Master, didn't we agree to come here to cure illnesses and save lives? Why are you trying to cheat people here?
Then Shen Wanshan really held up the broken ginseng slices for everyone to see.
Liang Xu glanced at it roughly and did not pick it up to look at it carefully. "I don't know much about these Chinese medicinal herbs. Let other teachers take a look."
"Can I take a look?"
Wang Yunfeng gently picked up a ginseng beard and quickly passed it across his nose in a pretentious manner, savoring the flavor of the ginseng beard. He then gently twisted it with his fingers and said, "It is a hundred years old, definitely. It should be one hundred and thirteen or one hundred and fourteen years old."
Then he respectfully put the ginseng beard back and asked Shen Wanshan for confirmation: “I wonder if I am right?”
"I don't know the exact age, but it should be over 110 years old." Shen Wanshan gave him a thumbs up with respect, "You are indeed a master of Taoism. Taoist Wang Yunfeng is really an expert!"
“No, no.”
Wang Yunfeng stroked his beard, looking very proud.
After the pain in Zhang Rong's hand subsided for a while, she joined in the fun and started to identify the ginseng slices in his hand.
"Well, it's worthy of being a ginseng that's over a hundred years old. Even though it's been picked for so long, I can still feel its spiritual energy." Zhang Rong's expression was more exaggerated than Wang Yunfeng's. "Don't underestimate it because it's only a small handful. The medicinal effect of just a little bit is much stronger than that of an ordinary whole ginseng!"
Seeing how she was cheering him on, Shen Wanshan smiled and broke off a piece of it that was about half the size of a fingernail, handed it to her politely, and said, "You were bitten hard just now, take a little to replenish your blood."
"Okay, okay, okay! Thank you, Doctor Shen!"
When Zhang Rong took the small piece of ginseng, his eyes were shining. He carefully put it under his tongue and held it for about a minute or two. Not only did he recover from the pain, but he was also in better spirits than when he came today.
"This is definitely a hundred-year-old ginseng! It's really strong, it's so nutritious that I can hardly bear it!"
Shen Miao, who was standing aside, looked at her exaggerated expression and couldn't help but secretly sighed: Zhang Rong is indeed a man who relies on sprinkling "Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace coal ash" to deceive people, his acting skills are better than those of ordinary people.
With such acting skills, it is such a waste of talent to cheat people in the village every day. He should go to a TV station to shoot TV series and movies, and bring back a few trophies to bring honor to his family.
Looking at their pretending to be amazed looks, if Shen Miao hadn’t known the truth long ago, she would have really been fooled by their behavior.
What hundred-year-old ginseng? It's just ordinary ginseng slices! Not to mention a hundred years, it's not even ten years old. It's probably pulled out of the ground and made into slices just when it started to have medicinal effects!
Shen Wanshan knew that ginseng of different years would vary in size and shape, so he deliberately crushed it in a cloth bag so that it would not be easily discovered.
However, he obviously overestimated the ability of these scammers. Not only could they not tell the authenticity of the ginseng, they couldn't even tell that there was a tiny bit of Codonopsis mixed in with the ginseng.
Another 113 years, and the spiritual energy is abundant again, bah! Isn't this a liar? !
Putting the ginseng slices on the table, Shen Wanshan sighed meaningfully: "How about it, can you believe it now? Using my ginseng is definitely more effective than the ginseng bought from the pharmacy."
"Thank you, Doctor Shen. How much is this ginseng? We will definitely give you every penny less."
"Don't rush to talk about money," Shen Wanshan continued, "Let Xiao He eat first and stabilize his condition first."
After saying that, he picked up the ginseng and handed it to Shen Miao, “Quickly go and boil a pot of water to make a bowl of ginseng soup.”
“No, no.”
Wang Juan followed up and said, "Xiaowei usually eats it directly without having to boil water."
Shen Wanshan: "That's different. This is a hundred-year-old ginseng. The fire is much stronger than that of a twenty-year-old ginseng. It must be boiled in water before it can be drunk."
As Shen Wanshan spoke, he stood up and glanced in the direction of He Shengwei's room. He raised his voice slightly, "Trust me, I have encountered your Xiaowei's disease before. The situation is similar to that of the little one at that time, but ginseng was not used at that time. If you boil water according to what I said, there will definitely be no problem."
"That middle."
Then Shen Miao followed Wang Juan to the kitchen and started to cook ginseng soup in the black clay pot.
Shen Miao understood what Grandpa meant.
After all, what he brought was not real hundred-year-old ginseng. If you really eat it, you can still taste the difference. But if you boil it with water, dissolve all the effective ingredients in it into the water, and then boil it into a small bowl of thick ginseng, perhaps you can deceive the public.
But what Shen Miao didn’t understand was that He Shengwei had been eating twenty-year-old ginseng before. Even if the texture and taste of these “baby ginseng” brought by his grandfather were the same after cooking, what should he do if they had no effect?
Then in the end, they just became scammers who were short of people...
But since grandpa made this move, he must have his reasons. No matter what, for now I can only give it a try and stew the medicine according to grandpa's requirements.
Shen Wanshan didn’t bring much ginseng, so he first boiled three bowls of water into one bowl of water, and then used a low fire to condense one bowl into half a bowl.
Perhaps because of the addition of Codonopsis pilosula, the color of the soup after boiling is darker than normal ginseng soup, and the ginseng flavor is also stronger. At first glance, it really looks like it is boiled from old ginseng.
Carrying the bowl of soup to He Shengwei's room, Wang Juan gently called her son's name: "Xiao ah, get up and take the medicine. You will feel better after drinking it."
Tossing and turning in bed for more than half an hour would exhaust anyone. Seeing the camera following Wang Juan in, He Shengwei's spirit, which had just calmed down for a moment, tensed up again, and he stared fiercely at the people standing at the door.
In order to avoid scaring him again, they had to step aside temporarily and wait for Wang Juan to feed him the ginseng soup.
Fortunately, although He Shengwei bit Zhang Rong, he did not hurt his mother. Spoon after spoon, Wang Juan finally fed him the medicine.
When Wang Juan came out with an empty bowl, Shen Miao was extremely nervous, fearing that the ginseng slices she had taken over the past few years would not work. It was not a big deal that she could not suppress his madness, but what if he became even more crazy?
But Shen Wanshan, who brought the ginseng slices, was very leisurely. While talking about the origin of this century-old ginseng, he also told the story of a patient with a similar condition to him:
"Seven or eight years ago, there was a child who came to see a doctor. His condition was similar to your Xiaowei's. He had to eat mutton all the time. If he didn't eat it for a meal, he would feel uncomfortable. He would twitch all over and foam at the mouth, just like epilepsy."
"And there's a little kid who just talks nonsense. He's only seven or eight years old, the right age for school. Tsk tsk, he can only stay at home every day. As parents, I don't know what to do."
"It was a pity for that little girl in the village when I was a child. She was afraid to do heavy work and would twitch if she was a little tired. Alas!"
Shen Miao knew all the stories that Shen Wanshan told.
Most of what he said was correct, but the actual situation was a little different from what he said:
The first child who wanted to eat mutton was pretending. He just wanted to eat meat but didn't know how to ask his family. His grandfather gave him some bitter Chinese medicine and he became obedient.
The second child who was talking nonsense was also pretending, he just didn't want to go to school. Later, after his grandfather diagnosed him and talked to his parents, they didn't need to prescribe any medicine, they just cured him with a meal of "stewed meat with shoe soles" and "fried buttocks with belts";
The third one is that Shen Miao has to call her aunt when she sees her now. Of course, this aunt’s twitching is fake, it’s just a spoiled princess syndrome, but she is lucky to have found a man who loves her. Even though her spoiled nature has not been cured, it doesn’t prevent her from living a normal life…
The people in the three stories told by my grandfather were all "crazy" or "sick" at the beginning, but it was discovered at the end that they were just pretending to be sick.
So, what Grandpa meant was...
"Is there any cure for my disease?" He Xinjun asked anxiously.
Shen Wanshan waved his hands, "There is no cure. We outsiders can't help at all. We can only rely on him."
No one can wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, and no one can cure a pretended illness.
He told so many stories just to express this point.
"Wake up, Xiaowei is awake!" While chatting outside, Wang Juan's joyful shouts suddenly came from the room.
When everyone swarmed to the bedroom door, Wang Juan was untying the ropes around his body, and He Shengwei's eyes no longer had the burning hostility he had just had.
His expression was a little dull, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare. He slowly sat up from the bed and glanced blankly at the people standing at the door.
"Mom, am I going crazy again?" Looking at Wang Juan's messy hair, He Shengwei asked self-reproachfully.
"It's okay," Wang Juan wiped her nose and forced a smile, "It's okay as long as you can recover. It's my fault for not buying you ginseng, otherwise you wouldn't be sick."
Holding his mother's hand, He Shengwei said he was apologizing to her, but Shen Miao didn't see any apology in him.
Perhaps it was because he had seen too many people acting, so Shen Miao could more or less distinguish whether it was true feelings or false ones.
What about He Shengwei? He kept saying sorry, but his eyes were still indifferent. There was no guilt or apology on the corners of his lips. Except for the slight tremor in his apology, there was no emotion at all.
Haha, this acting skill is not as good as Zhang Rong who was performing the shaman dance just now.
Seeing how quickly he woke up, Shen Miao could conclude that he was pretending to be sick.
Isn't it said that only 20-year-old ginseng is effective? The ginseng slices my grandfather brought were all aged, and some codonopsis was mixed in. How come I woke up after drinking the ginseng soup?
There is only one possibility, that is, he cannot tell the age of the ginseng at all, and he just believed it because he heard his grandfather say that this is a hundred-year-old ginseng.
As for why he couldn't tell the difference, it was because he had never eaten it, and those ginsengs...
"Xiaowei, are you feeling okay now?" Liang Xu walked up to him and said to him in a gentle voice.
He Shengwei nodded and pursed his lips uneasily.
"Then can we chat?" In order to make him relax, Liang Xu tried his best to be easy-going and pulled a chair over to sit down. "You can talk about anything. Don't worry. This is not a medical treatment process. I just want to know more about you, your life, your studies, and your friends."
Liang Xu's attitude was very approachable, and he didn't look like a doctor who treated patients at all. Especially when he spoke, there was a slight kindness at the corners of his lips, making him look like a warm-hearted older brother next door.
"My last name is Liang, you can call me Doctor Liang."
"Hello, Dr. Liang..."
"I heard you studied civil engineering in college?"
"right."
"This major is great. Civil engineering was very popular in our time. I almost applied for civil engineering."
"well enough."
"You're a senior this year, right? Do you have a lot of academic courses?"
"Not many. They are all preparing for graduation internships."
"Well, after graduation, are you planning to come back or stay in Hai City? Hai City seems to have a good future."
"I want to stay in Hai City, and then bring my parents over when my job becomes stable."
As expected of a professional psychologist, from the moment he sat down, he started taking notes on the notebook with the pen in his hand. In order not to make He Shengwei nervous, he would show him his notes from time to time.
There were no professional terms or disease codes, only a simple drawing of He Shengwei's profile.
However, Shen Miao noticed that there were a few strokes that he deliberately emphasized.
The markings should be made in the picture without being discovered by He Shengwei. In this way, He Shengwei's situation can be understood without arousing his vigilance.
It’s really wonderful!
After chatting for about half an hour, Liang Xu's painting was finally completed, and he also came to a general conclusion about He Shengwei's condition.
"ah!"
From being on guard at the beginning to becoming more and more interested in each other as the conversation went on, He Shengwei was about to get out of bed to get a glass of water when blood started flowing from his nostrils.
"Hurry, hurry, get the paper!"
Wang Juan quickly asked He Xinjun to bring some paper, and after tearing off a little, she held her son's head and helped him stop the bleeding.
“Have you ever had nosebleeds after eating ginseng before?” Shen Wanshan asked casually.
"No," Wang Juan answered for him, but after thinking for a moment, she asked again, "Do you have a nosebleed when you eat at school?"
He Shengwei shook his head, "No, not once."
"Maybe the hundred-year-old ginseng is too strong. He usually eats twenty-year-old ginseng," Zhang Rong guessed, "not to mention it's concentrated into such a small bowl. He must be bleeding from the nose."
Shen Miao curled her lips in disapproval.
It should be said that he has never eaten ginseng, so even drinking some ordinary ginseng soup will cause nosebleed.
I can’t imagine that if he were to eat a whole root of 20-year-old ginseng raw, he would vomit blood.
Shen Wanshan nodded as if he understood something, and then asked, “Then how did you find out that you had to eat ginseng to get better before you went crazy?”
"My classmate told me that I might need to replenish my energy, so he asked me to try ginseng. After I tried it, I found that it was indeed useful, and the taste of ginseng made me feel at peace, so I started, um..."
"Then why does it have to be born in the twentieth year?" Shen Wanshan immediately raised another question.
"I don't know either," He Shengwei didn't know how to answer, "I just think the smell is very useful."
While Shen Wanshan was talking to him, Liang Xu looked at the stick drawing in his hand, circled it a few times with a pen, then raised his head and looked at Shen Wanshan.
Perhaps it was because they both studied medicine, but with just an eye contact, they understood each other's thoughts.
“You guys go out for a while,” Shen Wanshan rubbed his hands, then rolled up his sleeves, “I’ll give Xiaowei a physical examination, it may not be convenient for you to be here.”
"Let me stay and help you." He Xinjun volunteered.
He was afraid that his son would hurt him if he went crazy again. After all, Shen Wanshan was old, and if something bad happened to him...
“No need,” Shen Wanshan refused him with a smile, “Don’t worry, ginseng is very strong, Xiaowei will be fine.”
This is "hundred-year-old ginseng". Normally, ginseng that is twenty years old can be as effective. If this can't cure his illness, then there must be something evil going on.
Liang Xu: "Then I'll wait for you? We can discuss it after you finish talking."
Shen Wanshan nodded, “Okay.”
After coming out of the bedroom, Liang Xu said nothing and closed the notebook in his hand at the same time. He kept his promise and said that he would wait for Shen Wanshan to give a diagnosis together, so he would definitely wait for him.
There was a door between them, and they spoke in low voices, so it was hard to hear what they were talking about from outside. After waiting for about ten minutes, Shen Wanshan finally came out with He Shengwei.
At this time, Shen Wanshan did not explain the cause of his illness to everyone, but pulled Liang Xu into the house, and only opened the door and came out after another two minutes.
"His strange illness is caused by evil energy rushing to his brain. Coincidentally, my hundred-year-old ginseng has taken effect. When I examined him just now, I found that the 'evil energy' in his head had been discharged through his nosebleed."
This is the diagnosis given by Shen Wanshan.
"Yes, I also had some doubts just now, so I communicated with Teacher Shen and found that it was indeed the case." Liang Xu nodded, agreeing with his diagnosis, "Although the cause of the disease is not clear yet, it is indeed cured."
"Really?" Wang Juan walked up to He Shengwei with a look of surprise, "Xiao, how do you feel? Do you feel anything different?"
He Shengwei pulled the corners of his lips reluctantly, rubbed his forehead, and replied: "I, I feel much better, I feel more relaxed, and my mind is much clearer."
Shen Miao: ???
What's going on? Isn't he pretending to be sick? How could...
"It has to be the hundred-year-old ginseng that has the miraculous effect!"
"Yes, if I had known that 100-year-old ginseng could directly cure the disease, I wouldn't have spent so much money."
"The hundred-year-old ginseng has a high level of cultivation, so it should have made up for his deficiency, so his illness was cured. The nosebleed just now was a sign that he had fully recovered."
"It's fine as long as it can be cured. It's fine as long as it can be cured."
I originally thought there would be some major gains, but I didn't expect that He Shengwei's illness would be cured with just a piece of "hundred-year-old ginseng"?
"Mr. Shen, what is the cause of his illness? Can you tell us about it?" Jiang Xiaozhen asked Shen Wanshan again while holding the microphone.
Shen Wanshan waved his hand and rejected her inquiry: "Oh, I can't explain it clearly. Anyway, I was cured by accident. If you ask me, why don't you shoot this show today? Let's go to another one and see."
We shot a lot of footage today, and if it were edited, it would definitely fill two episodes, but this ending...
“What do you think?” Shen Wanshan said to the He family’s couple again.
Since my son's illness was cured so quickly, there was naturally no need to continue filming.
He Xinjun: "Thank you, reporter Jiang, how about... just leave it at that?"
Wang Juan: "Yes, we... um... thank you for helping us find so many great teachers. Thank you so much."
A group of people came here to shoot for such a long time, but in the end it was all in vain?
Jiang Xiaozhen naturally felt uncomfortable, but since that was the fact, she couldn't say anything. After all, they came to record the show hoping to help He Shengwei, and now that He Shengwei's illness could be cured so easily, it was a good thing.
So even though she was a little disappointed in public, she was still happy for him privately. After accepting their thanks, she took everyone away.
Not to mention Jiang Xiaozhen, Shen Miao also didn’t understand why Grandpa didn’t just expose He Shengwei’s lies to his face and tell everyone that he was faking illness.
"Master, is he pretending?"
"You're in vain."
"Why don't you say it?"
"You're asking in vain."
"What did you say to He Shengwei? Can you tell me the truth?"
"Hey, why are you talking so much?"
On the way home, no matter how Shen Miao asked, Shen Wanshan refused to say a word.
But the more he didn’t say, the more Shen Miao became curious about what happened in the house.
Grandpa has always hated liars the most, so why would he be willing to help He Shengwei hide the truth this time?
It wasn't until a few days later that she received another call from Jiang Xiaozhen...
"Hey, Miaomiao, do you still remember He Shengwei, the guy who didn't eat ginseng, whom I interviewed a few days ago?"
"Well, what's up?"
"I had a cold yesterday and went to the pharmacy to buy medicine and I ran into his mother!"
"Ah? Isn't he already well? Why the hell is he still going to the pharmacy?"
"I'm telling you, there's a twist in this matter! A big! twist!"
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