Chapter 252: Selling Mountain Ginseng to Zhou Yuchuan

The construction worker helped Zhou Yuchuan into the Farm, and they went inside to sit down.

Bai Wei hurriedly poured a glass of warm water, "Zhou Yuchuan, do you feel any better? I'm going to call the hospital now."

After saying this, she picked up her phone, intending to dial 120.

But the moment she moved, her wrist was firmly grabbed.

Zhou Yuchuan suppressed his pain and spoke hoarsely, "Don't call a doctor, there's no need..."

Bai Wei was stunned for a moment and looked down at her wrist.

He was using a lot of strength, pinching her wrist until it hurt slightly.

The man's fingers were slender, yet they were as cold as ice, without a trace of warmth.

"What kind of illness do you actually have?" Bai Wei asked, puzzled.

She vaguely recalled that when she went to Yanjing to attend the Antique Exhibition, she seemed to have seen Zhou Yuchuan have an episode.

Zhou Yuchuan covered his head with his hand, unable to speak for a moment.

At this time, a construction worker nearby hurriedly chimed in.

"Professor Zhou's health has always been poor; he often had headaches when he was at the construction site."

"They can't find out what the illness is either, but whenever his headaches flare up, they are especially severe."

Bai Wei was startled, "Headaches?"

She thought for a moment, reached out to grab Zhou Yuchuan's wrist, and placed her index and middle fingers on his pulse.

As soon as Bai Wei felt his pulse, she couldn't help but blurt out.

"The pulse is so weak!"

She studied Traditional Chinese Medicine and had also researched some ancient medical texts that had been passed down.

Judging from the pulse, Zhou Yuchuan's heartbeat was not only weak but also lacked vitality; this was a pulse only a person on the verge of death would have!

Bai Wei was so shocked that she stood up abruptly.

"Zhou Yuchuan, tell me the truth, what kind of illness do you really have?"

Zhou Yuchuan had rested for a while and had already recovered.

His handsome face was pale as he leaned against the sofa, smiling bitterly.

"It seems I still couldn't hide it from you."

"This is a hereditary disease of my Zhou Family; as long as they are descendants of the Zhou Family, they almost never live past thirty."

"However, my headache symptoms have intensified recently, and I'm afraid I won't even make it to thirty."

Bai Wei was stunned; after a few seconds, she came back to her senses, unable to believe what she had heard.

"Headaches? Can't live past thirty?"

How could such a strange illness exist when modern medicine is so advanced?

"Then have you seen a doctor at a major hospital?"

Zhou Yuchuan nodded slightly, "The Zhou Family has searched not only major hospitals in the country but also foreign hospitals and world-renowned doctors. But not a single doctor could figure out what the Zhou Family's hereditary disease actually is."

He paused, looked up at Bai Wei, and spoke word by word.

"According to my ancestors, this is the Zhou Family Curse."

"A curse?" Bai Wei found it even more unbelievable, "Zhou Yuchuan, you aren't joking with me, are you?"

Zhou Yuchuan caught his breath and smiled bitterly, "Do I look like I'm joking? For hundreds of years, every generation of the Zhou Family has been like this; no direct descendant has ever lived past thirty. As for my older brother, he is not a child of the Zhou Family, but was adopted from an orphanage by my family to prevent me from dying at thirty."

Bai Wei felt a wave of shock.

From the pulse, she truly could not diagnose that Zhou Yuchuan had an illness, but his vital signs were similar to those of an elderly person on the verge of death.

Moreover, Zhou Yuchuan was not a person who joked around casually.

The curse he spoke of might truly have a reason.

"You'll die at thirty? Then do you have any solution?"

Zhou Yuchuan closed his eyes for a moment.

"Over the years, the Zhou Family has also been researching this disease, wanting to get rid of the curse, but they haven't found anything."

"Only one thing is certain: the Zhou Family Curse was passed down from the ancient Great Liang."

"This is also the reason why I study archaeology and have been researching the culture of the Great Liang."

Bai Wei was startled, "Great Liang?"

In her mind, she immediately associated it with Zhou Yanli of the ancient Great Liang.

The Zhou Family had been cursed for over a thousand years.

And Zhou Yanli looked exactly like Zhou Yuchuan, and he could even summon wind and rain; it was very mysterious.

Perhaps the Zhou Family Curse was related to Yanli!

Bai Wei suddenly raised her head, "Zhou Yuchuan, maybe I can help you! Tell me everything about the Zhou Family Curse."

Zhou Yuchuan's eyes brightened suddenly.

"How do you plan to help?"

"I..." Bai Wei was at a loss for words, "Anyway, don't worry about it, I have my own methods."

Zhou Yuchuan didn't ask further and smiled slightly.

"Bai Wei, thank you."

"However, I still intend to investigate this matter myself."

"The Zhou Family Curse is too dangerous; I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll drag you into it too."

Modern times emphasize science and there is no feudal superstition, but there were too many mysterious things in ancient times, especially in the ancient Great Liang, where the whole country revered "Witch Clan culture."

Since ancient times, sorcerers have been a mysterious profession.

Furthermore, some things from ancient times, such as Feng Shui Secret Arts, Ziwei Astrology, or the "Pushing Back Chart" written by Li Chunfeng of the Tang Dynasty, accurately predicted major events over two thousand years... these are things even modern science cannot explain.

The curse of the Zhou Family, its source is unknown.

He does not want Bai Wei to get involved.

Zhou Yuchuan does not want Bai Wei to interfere, but Bai Wei's thoughts are different.

She can travel freely between the modern world and Daliang; compared to Zhou Yuchuan relying on researching Daliang antiques here to solve the mystery, it is faster for her to run to the ancient era and find the answer herself.

Zhou Yuchuan has helped her a lot, and she cannot watch him just die like this.

Suddenly, Zhou Yuchuan frowned in pain again and leaned back on the sofa.

"How are you?" Bai Wei hurriedly took his pulse again and discovered that his pulse was getting weaker and weaker.

His body is weakening too quickly; if she does not sustain his life soon, he might really not live for another month.

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me..." Zhou Yuchuan shook his head weakly.

"You wait."

Bai Wei let go of his pulse, turned around, and brought over a black wooden box.

"This is for you. I will write a prescription for you; take it back and boil it into medicine to drink."

As soon as the wooden box was opened, a rich medicinal fragrance immediately wafted out.

Zhou Yuchuan's pupils suddenly constricted.

"This is..."

Inside the box, there was a purple-skinned Old Mountain Ginseng as thick as a child's arm, and one could already vaguely make out the shape of a human figure.

"This is a Centennial Mountain Ginseng." Bai Wei held the box and spoke earnestly, "Right now, only this can sustain your life. Take it back quickly, slice it, and boil it into medicine daily."

Zhou Yuchuan looked at the box in shock.

Even if he did not understand traditional Chinese medicine, he could tell that this ginseng was extremely precious.

In the modern world, one simply cannot find a mountain ginseng as good as this one.

"No, this ginseng is too precious..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Bai Wei firmly shoved the ginseng into his hands.

"You're about to lose your life, what are you still being coy about?"

"Is the object more important, or is your life more important?"

"Anyway, you aren't short on money; since you think it's precious, I'll just consider it sold to you."

This was said reasonably and logically.

Zhou Yuchuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, I will buy this ginseng. Bai Wei, thank you!"

Such a ginseng, I am afraid there is only this one in the whole country, and they are almost all kept in the hands of the wealthy, used for sustaining life.

If it were not for Bai Wei handing the ginseng to him, I am afraid that even if the Zhou Family held a mountain of gold, others would not sell it.