Zhao Jun held the piece of pine bark with both hands, tilting the contents toward the old man.
When the old man saw the Ginseng lying in the moss, he quickly grabbed his glasses from the side, put them on, and leaned in for a closer look.
After examining it from top to bottom, the old man remained stooped over but looked up at Zhao Jun and asked, "Young man, may I pick it up for a look?"
Zhao Jun met the old man's gaze and said, "Be careful, then. This Ginseng of mine is perfectly intact."
The most important thing about a Mountain Ginseng is its condition. If even a single rootlet broke, the price would be cut in half.
"Alright." The old man gave a simple affirmative, then reached for the Ginseng.
If he didn't even dare to handle it, the pharmacy wouldn't have him in charge here.
The old man first pinched the Ginseng's Rush Head with his left hand, lifting it from the moss, but the ginseng's "legs" and Ginseng Roots were still resting on it.
