"The type doesn't matter, the older the better." Su Bai said lightly.

In Su Bai's opinion, all the medicinal materials on Earth are similar, and only medicinal materials that are old enough can be used.

The young man with silver-framed glasses was shocked. Traditional Chinese medicine is not like in the movies. Thousand-year-old ginseng and ten-thousand-year-old snow lotus are the best. What is more important is the combination, the king and his ministers. If you blindly use heavy medicine, it will go too far.

However, he did not dare to argue. Since he was a distinguished guest brought by Shen Daoru, he was only responsible for providing good service. Who cares what he was doing buying medicine?

Moreover, when he looked at Shen Daoru out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Shen Daoru had been carefully observing Su Bai's expression. It seemed that he was like a servant. Didn't this situation often happen to him?

Can a person like Shen Daoru, who is treated with such caution, have such a small background?

Suppressing the shock in his heart, he became more respectful and careful when speaking.

After looking around on the first floor, Su Bai was a little disappointed. Although these medicinal materials were old, there were only a few that were hundreds of years old, which was simply not enough.

Seeing this, Su Bai frowned and said, "Are all your most precious medicinal materials here?"

The young man with silver-rimmed glasses was slightly startled, "Mr. Su, don't you like this?"
Chapter completed!