Burning down my ex-husband's house! I won't raise these bastard children anymore

Chapter 504 I don’t know if I can find a bargain today

Lin Panpan frowned and said, "This disease is really serious, and not many people can cure it."

She suddenly looked up:

"However, Chinese medicine emphasizes conditioning, and I have a method I would like to try.

It's just taking medicine and acupuncture to slowly adjust the condition. There's no guarantee it will heal, but it's better than doing nothing."

Feng Yuanqing's wife's eyes were red as she grabbed Lin Panpan's hand and said, "We'll do whatever it takes to save the child! We'll even sell our house and land!"

Shen Yuanqing fell to his knees with a thud, and Lin Panpan was so scared that she quickly helped him up.

Lin Panpan took out an old notebook from her bag, which was filled with densely written words:

"I've seen a prescription in an old medical book before. It uses common herbs like astragalus and angelica to replenish qi and blood, and Scutellaria barbata and Hedyotis diffusa to detoxify and disperse stagnation, combined with acupuncture to dredge the meridians.

This medicine has to be taken every day, and the acupuncture has to be continued. The child is young, and I’m afraid he will suffer a lot.”

She pointed to the annotations next to a few herbs in the notebook and said, "But this prescription still needs to be adjusted based on the child's condition. We'll see as we go along."

This situation was complicated, so Lin Panpan directly prescribed some medicine and said, "Husband, why don't you go to the pharmacy?"

Gu Mobai took the prescription and said, "Okay, I got it. I'll go now."

Lin Panpan rolled up her sleeves and started giving the child an injection.

These needles were not inserted randomly. She started from the Baihui point on the child's head and inserted dozens of needles densely along the neck, back, hands and feet.

Feng Yuanqing and his wife were so distressed by what they saw that they dared not even breathe.

I don’t know how long it was before the child suddenly started coughing violently and spit out a mouthful of black blood, staining the bed sheets red.

But what was unexpected was that the child slowly opened his eyes.

Feng Yuanqing's wife cried out "wow" and trembled while holding Lin Panpan's hand.

Lin Panpan wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "Don't be too happy too soon. I come here for acupuncture every day, and then use Chinese medicine to slowly regulate my body.

This medicine needs to be simmered in a clay pot over low heat for two hours, and you should drink one bowl each morning and evening."

Feng Yuanqing thanked him repeatedly with red eyes, but Lin Panpan waved her hands and said, "Why thank me? Just follow me and work hard from now on."

When the two men came out of the house, the fat man was already circling in the yard.

"Boss! Didn't you say you were going to the auction? If you don't leave now, it's going to be over!"

Gu Mobai straightened his collar and raised an eyebrow at Lin Panpan: "Wife, let's go! Let's go and open our eyes."

The warehouse was as hot as a steamer, and the incandescent light bulbs crackled, illuminating the noisy atmosphere.

A piece of faded red silk was casually draped over the auction table, with a dozen bronze and porcelain artifacts placed crookedly on it, emitting a cold glow.

There was a strong spotlight in the corner, illuminating the hill of jadeite raw stones, which showed their sharp edges and corners. The gray stone skin was wrapped in mystery, and some of the surfaces were covered with mottled green mist, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

Wang Quezi leaned against a pile of jadeite rubble, leaning on a jujube-wood cane. A cunning glint shone in his triangular eyes. "Hey, Fatty, with your greasy hair and powdered face, I thought you had switched careers to become an opera singer!"

He deliberately waved the powerful flashlight in his hand, and the spot of light swept across the fat man's red face: "I'm afraid you can't even buy one of these things in here even if you sell ten carts of junk."

The towel around the fat man's neck was already soaked with sweat. He yanked it off and threw it over his shoulder, panting heavily and cursing, "Wang Quezi! Were you the one who interfered with the shipment of Hetian jade bracelets last month?"

"What a joke!" Wang Quezi slammed his crutch, shaking the gravel nearby. "The market is so small. If you have the guts, go dig for jade in Burma!"

He suddenly leaned close to the fat man's ear and sneered in a low voice, "I heard that you made three wrong bets on gambling stones last month? Tsk tsk, if you keep going like this, I'm afraid you'll lose your pants!"

The crowd erupted in shrill laughter. An old customer wearing sunglasses shook his head and smacked his lips, "Fat Boss, if you don't have good eyesight in the gambling stone business, don't try your luck!"

The fat man had indeed made a mistake before. Last month, for some unknown reason, he had spent nearly 100,000 yuan on three gambling stones, but when he cut them open, they were all waste, and his money was wasted.

At this moment, Wang Quezi hit his sore spot, and his neck stiffened, and he shouted at the top of his voice:

“You’re the only ones who are awesome?

Everyone knows that gambling on stones is a losing strategy, and how many good stones have you come across? Why are you pretending to be so high and mighty?

Just as the noise was getting heated, the auctioneer squeezed to the front of the stage holding a loud speaker.

The sound quality of this speaker is not good, it makes a crackling sound:

"Stop arguing! Is everyone here? There are a lot of good things to come today!

Let’s first look at this bronze vessel, a tripod from the Han Dynasty…”

Before he finished speaking, the audience erupted in laughter.

Some people were tiptoeing forward, some were holding magnifying glasses to inspect the goods, and several bosses had already started whispering to each other and discussing quotations. The warehouse instantly became a mess.

The fat man didn't care about competing with Wang Cunzi anymore. He squeezed to the front of the stage, fearing that he would miss out on some treasure.

The auctioneer gripped the trumpet, veins bulging as he roared at the top of his lungs, "Put everything back where it belongs! The antiques are damaged, who can afford to pay for it?"

The noisy crowd finally dispersed with curses, and the wooden benches made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the concrete floor.

The fat guy grabbed the middle seat in the front row first. As soon as he sat down, he rubbed his hands and muttered, "I wonder if I can get a good deal today..."

Gu Mobai tugged at the wrinkled collar of his suit and glanced at him sideways: "You can't even recognize the characteristics of the field. What's the difference between gambling on stones and throwing money?"

The fat man shrank his neck and lowered his voice:

"Boss, you don't know! Last month, those guys were here and any stone they cut turned out green.

Someone made a net profit of three million from just one piece of material! How could I not be jealous? "

As he spoke, he took out a high-intensity flashlight from his pocket and clapped it against his palm, making a "pop" sound.

“Stone gambling depends on luck 70% and vision 30%.”

Gu Mobai knocked on the wooden board of the front seat. "The mines in Myanmar change every year. Even gods can't tell the quality of jade. Even experienced experts dare not guarantee it."

The auctioneer raised his megaphone and shouted:

"Dear friends, the first lot for auction today is a Han Dynasty bronze sword!

The reserve price is 20,000, if you are interested, feel free to bid! "

The people in the audience immediately stretched their necks and tiptoed forward.

At this time, the staff member wearing white gloves, holding the sword in both hands, slowly walked around the venue.

The sword body was covered with a layer of green rust, and the cloth wrapped around the hilt had almost faded in color.

The patterns engraved on the scabbard have been worn out and blurred, but if you look closely you can still make out some cloud patterns.

Someone murmured quietly: "It looks like an old item, but I don't know if it's real or not."

Others said: "This auction house has some pretty honest rules. At least you can get a closer look before bidding."

As everyone was discussing, they stared at the sword, afraid of missing any details.

Gu Mobai looked at it carefully for a while, and the fat man asked, "Boss, what do you think of this sword? Is it real?"