Huo Yao lightly rubbed the corner of his clothes with his fingers, raised his brows slightly, with some thought-provoking, "What is he going to tell me?"
Seeing this, Song Ning smiled mischievously, "What else can I do? It's your uncle's business." Covering her mouth and coughing, she took out her phone again, "I'll call your dad first."
Huo Yao couldn't see that his mother didn't want to mention it, so he didn't ask any more questions, and looked away.
The mobile phone rang in her pocket, she took it out to look, saw that it was the WeChat voice sent by Mr. Wang from the Pharmaceutical Association, she took out the earphones and put it on again.
Mr. Wang asked about the condition of the patient.
He didn't know the relationship between Mr. Song and Huo Yao, but it was purely because he was interested in whether the patient could be cured after reading the medical records that Fu Cheng brought over that day.
That's why I took the time to send a message to ask about the situation.
Huo Yao's eyes were dim, and he typed back a note directly: "There is no help."
Mr. Wang over there received the information. Although he was a little surprised, it was also within normal expectations. After all, the result of the inspection was not a situation that could be saved.
After thinking for a while, Mr. Wang replied: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal. Since you can't be saved, you don't have to worry about it, Xiao Huo. I'll talk to Fu Cheng."
Huo Yao: "Okay."
Wang Lao: "When I come back from Huaicheng, let's have a meal together."
Huo Yao raised his eyebrows.
After Wang Lao finished speaking, his eyes fell on the vigorous pot of orchids on the stone platform in the yard, and then he took a photo and sent it to Huo Yao, "I'll show you this thing."
Because it was already evening, the light was not bright after all, so the photo taken was a bit blurry, but Huo Yao clicked on the picture and saw the plants on it at a glance, and typed back in surprise: "Mylan?"
Doesn't she remember that this medicine is very difficult to cultivate
The price of Milan sold on the market has reached five figures per gram. The main reason is that this medicine has a very good fusion effect, and can synthesize the side effects of many anti-inhibiting medicines, which is very helpful for traditional Chinese medicine.
"Yes, it's Milan." Veteran Wang invited a master who can grow rare medicinal materials to the medicinal material base, and mentioned it a little, "How about it, it's not a loss to join the Pharmaceutical Association, there are all kinds of medicinal materials."
Huo Yao pressed her finger between her eyebrows, and she said why the old man would send her a picture, and then replied: "Well, an organization that doesn't want to leave after entering."
Old Wang's lips twitched.
At this time, Mi Wei came in from the yard with another seedling plant in his arms. Mr. Wang didn't send any more messages for a while, but walked over and looked at the plant in the pot. It was very strange, and he couldn't help asking: "Mr. What kind of medicine?"
The leaves are a bit like bamboo leaves, the rhizomes are green and transparent, while the tips of the shoots are tightly wrapped with a few leaves, which look like flower buds, but they are not.
Mr. Wang knew a lot of medicinal herbs, but this was the only one he had seen for the first time.
Mi Wei put the basin on the stone platform, and only said to Mr. Wang to wait a moment, then turned around and strode into the wooden house, with a gust of breeze blowing through his whitish clothes.
When Mr. Wang saw this, he didn't think there was anything wrong. After getting along with each other for two days, he knew that Mi Wei was a person who didn't like to reveal too much.
After a pause, he couldn't hold back his curiosity, picked up his phone again, took a picture and sent it to Huo Yao, and asked, "What about this one, do you recognize it?"
Huo Yao was about to put away her phone when she saw Mr. Wang's message popping up on the screen, so she clicked on it again. The moment she saw the picture, she went back directly, wanting to retract the sentence she sent last time.
(end of this chapter)