Five hundred hospital procurement directors flooded through the shattered glass doors of the Grand Imperial Pavilion.
They filled the heated marble concourse, clutching briefcases, notebooks, and digital scanners.
The fragrant mist of Wood-Lotus Spiritual Qi washed over them.
Several elderly hospital administrators inhaled deeply, their tired eyes lighting up with utter astonishment.
“Look at those codonopsis roots!” a chief physician from Suzhou yelled, pointing at Old Man Yao’s table. “Seven-year wild cliff-grown roots! Not a single milligram of sulfur bleach!”
“And those wild gastrodia tubers!” a medical researcher gasped, examining another farmer’s basket. “Sun-dried on mountain slate! You cannot buy this quality in modern commercial pharmacies for any price!”
The hospital directors immediately pulled out their checkbooks.
“Elder, I will buy your entire basket of mountain codonopsis for twenty thousand yuan!”
