The old man shook his head. "It's not difficult to make musk-scented heart-protecting pills, the difficulty lies in the herbs."

The woman was taken aback. She thought the old man was trying to drive up the price, after all, musk is very expensive.

"No matter how much money it takes, we'll pay it! As long as we can save my son's life!" she said.

The old man looked embarrassed and smiled wryly. “To be honest, our small clinic in this town doesn’t have that rare medicinal ingredient, musk, in stock.”

What about the other clinics in town?

"We, Yihechun Pharmacy, boast the most substantial inventory in town..."

What Yi He has, no other medical clinic possesses.

Upon hearing this, the woman felt as if she had been plunged into a bucket of ice water.

“Xiaocui, what are we going to do? What are we going to do?”

The woman grabbed the maidservant's hand, mumbling in a flustered and helpless manner.

Even the maidservants had no ideas.

Then the coachman said, "Madam, there's really no way. I'll have to return to the county town!"

"From town to county, the round trip is almost a hundred miles, at least two hours each way. Young Master, you're probably not able to wait!"

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The old man spoke.

"As long as there's musk, I can concoct a Musk Heart Pill within half an hour. Alas... ah!"

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The old man shook his head and turned to walk towards the counter.

A doctor's heart is like that of a parent. It's not that they don't want to save lives, but it's like trying to cook a meal without rice – impossible!

Here, the distraught woman threw herself beside the child and burst into tears: "My son..."

"Musk is here!"

A crisp sound suddenly cut in.

The woman was lost in her grief over the impending loss of her child, and did not notice the shout.

"Woman, do not weep! I have musk to save your son!"

That voice sounded again, like heavenly music.

The woman suddenly raised her head and saw a rather plump country girl walking over from the main hall.

In her hand, she still held a piece of brownish-yellow, dried thing with fur on it.

A glimmer flashed in the woman's eyes, and she rushed to Yang Ruohong's side like a gust of wind.

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She clutched the piece of musk tightly in her hands, like a drowning person grasping at a passing life raft.

“Musk? It’s truly musk! My son is saved!”

The woman exclaimed with excitement, tears welling up in her eyes from laughter.

The old man also hurried over upon hearing the sound. He took the musk from the woman's hand and examined it carefully before his eyes.

He pinched a small amount between his fingertips and twirled it, sniffing excitedly.

"This is musk from civet! The color is so good, and the medicinal effects are exceptional!"

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“Sir, please hurry and get some musk-scented heart-protecting pills for my young master!” the maidservant urged from the side.

But both the old man and the woman turned their eyes to Yang Ruoqing.

The old man's expression was complex. He never expected that this unassuming country girl would have such a good thing on her!

No wonder I kept asking him about the prices of so many herbs before.

The old man's face softened a little, and he smiled at Yang Ruqing: "Little girl, our clinic will take this musk from you for eight hundred wen per piece. How about it?"

Yang Ruqing took the musk directly from the old man's hand and smiled.

“Doctor, didn’t you say before that musk sells for one tael of silver per penny?”

"That's the price we sell our medicine for after processing it. The cost is 800 wen, and we also need to make a profit margin and cover labor costs, right?"

Yang Ruqing doesn't talk loudly.

The old man glanced at the musk in Yang Ruohong's hand, he was truly envious.

"A fixed price, eighty-nine wen per coin!"

Yang Ruoqing still smiled, without commenting.

The woman by the side, seeing this, stamped her feet in a panic.

"It's about time you stop bickering over a few hundred wen! A tael of silver, that's all I ask!"

The woman spoke, and told the maid to bring her silver.

Whether it's one or two silver coins, or even ten, as long as it can save my son's life, it's worth it!

"Wait a moment."

Yang Ruqing suddenly raised her hand.

She asked the old man, "How many doses of musk should you put in her son's musk-heart-protection pills?"

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The elder thought for a moment, “One or two.”

Yang Ruqing nodded and walked to the counter over there.

"May I borrow your knife for a moment?"

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She said as she picked up a small knife and cut off about an ounce of musk from the block, handing it to the woman.

"These two ounces of musk are for my wife. Quickly take them to the young master and make him a medicine!"

The woman was taken aback.

She looked at the musk Yang Ruoqing handed her.

A few ounces of musk, worth only a copper coin, and this little girl just gave it away, that's ten ounces of silver!

Just now, this young girl argued with the apothecary's shopkeeper for a difference of a hundred or two coins.

Are you so generous these days?

“Madam, please take this quickly, we need to administer the medicine and save her life!”

Yang Ruqing urged again.

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"Little girl, what's your name? Where do you live? If my son gets through this, I'll definitely come to thank you!"

Here, the woman held Yang Ruqing's hand and asked softly.

Yang Ruqing smiled and shook her head: “Saving a life is better than building seven pagodas. Helping your son is also a way for me to accumulate virtue for my parents and two brothers.”

"Oh? Your family has a younger brother too? My son is six years old, how old are your younger brothers?"

My older brother is two years older than your son, and my younger brother is two years younger than your son.

“Oh!”

"Madam, you should hurry to your son's side and look after him. I'll stay here and talk to the doctor for a bit longer!" Yang Ruqing said with a smile.

"Well then, wait until you're done talking, don't leave. I still have some questions for you!"

"Hmm."

As she watched the woman enter the diagnosis room, the curtain fell behind her. Yang Ruqing turned and walked towards the counter.

The old man was busy there compounding medicine. He weighed out all the medicinal herbs needed for musk-scented heart-protecting pills and placed them together as much as possible.

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Then, he instructed his two apprentices carefully to grind it into a powder.

Seeing Yang Ruqing walk over, the old man guessed her intention.

He finished instructing and hurried over to Yang Ruqing's side.

With a lingering gaze on the remaining musk in her hand, the old man spoke to Yang Ruqing with utmost sincerity, attempting to negotiate.

"Little girl, are you willing to sell us the rest of your musk?"

“Eight hundred wen for a single penny, no clinic in Qingshui Town can charge higher!”

"To send it to the county town, it would cost a few more coins at most. But that journey of almost a hundred miles is quite tiring, isn't it?"

He advised earnestly, though a businessman, his words were still sincere.

Yang Ruqing thought about it and felt that it was possible. But she had to consult Luo Fengtang's opinion.

Thus, she turned her head to Luo Fengtang, who had been silently following at her side.

“Ah, young one...”

"Don't ask me, you decide." He smiled slightly.

Yang Ruqing nodded, turned to face the old man who had been eagerly waiting there, and said, "Deal!"

Having weighed it, there were three ounces of musk remaining.

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