Under the nervous gaze of Gu Mingjun and others, Myolie Wu asked Su Xi: "Have you tasted a man? When did it happen? We live together every day, why didn't I know you have a boyfriend?"

"I, I--" Su Xi is not stupid. She will not treat such things as a record. She blushed and said, "I can't say it!"

"Tsk! Just brag! You may not necessarily have any questions about men!" Myolie Wu smiled, "Only those of us women, Qingru has tasted the taste of men!"

Su Xi and Jiang Meisi looked at Gu Mingjun with their hot eyes at the same time.

Gu Mingjun felt guilty and touched his nose awkwardly, turned around and walked forward, and came to a street stall where herbs were being prepared.

"Specialized infertility?" Gu Mingjun looked at the sign and looked at an old Tibetan guarding the stall.

The signboard uses Tibetan, Chinese, and English, and it says a few big words specializing in treating infertility!

The old Tibetan picked up a bundle of herbs and introduced them to Gu Mingjun happily.

Gu Mingjun listened for a long time but couldn't understand.

"Is there any Chinese patent medicine?" Gu Mingjun asked, "I won't use this herb."

Although the old Tibetans could not speak Chinese, they understood it. They turned around and took a cloth bag and took out some pills from it.

These pills are wrapped in oil-proof paper clothes, like paper candy I had eaten in childhood.

He took a few pills, held them in the palm of his hand, showed them to Gu Mingjun, and spoke a bunch of Tibetan language that he couldn't understand, and he didn't know which dialect it was, and his accent was very serious.

Gu Mingjun was impatient and pointed to the infertile sign, then pointed to the medicine in his hand: "Is this the treatment?"

The old Tibetan nodded.

Gu Mingjun pointed to Song Qingru who was standing not far away, and the latter was still joking with Su Xi!

"Is it for women?"

The old Tibetan nodded again.

Gu Mingjun took out his wallet and asked, "How much?"

The old Tibetan made a gesture and stretched out three fingers.

"thirty?"

The old Tibetan shook his head.

"I won't ask for three hundred pills, right?" Gu Mingjun thought to himself, I don't know what the ingredients of your medicine is! Can you take it? Are you selling it so expensive?

The medicine looks just the size of peanuts!

Three hundred yuan per pill is a bit expensive no matter how you look at it.

But who told him to seek medical treatment by being anxious?

Besides, he is not short of money either.

"How many pills are needed for a course of treatment?" Gu Mingjun pointed at Song Qingru, "How much can I eat to get pregnant?"

The old Tibetan counted the medicine in the bag.

The cloth bag may have been sewn by his wife himself, embroidered with many unique Tibetan customs.

The old Tibetan handed the bag to Gu Mingjun, smiled, and gave him a thumbs up, meaning that after taking these medicines, he would definitely get pregnant!

Gu Mingjun took it and saw that there were a hundred pieces of pills inside!

"Do you want to eat so much?" Gu Mingjun was startled, "How many pills are eaten a day?"

The old Tibetans didn't care whether he could understand or not, and they gestured to him while speaking.

"Three pills? One pill at morning, noon and evening? Then you have to take it for more than a month!" Gu Mingjun looked at a bag of medicine and considered whether to buy it.

Song Qingru came over and saw the infertile sign, she immediately squatted beside Gu Mingjun: "Is this medicine? Can it work?"

"How can I know?" Gu Mingjun said, "It's not cheap. It costs 300 yuan per pill. There are at least hundreds of pills here, which costs more than 30,000 yuan!"

"A dead horse is just a living horse! I have heard of it. There is a kind of Zhumadan in the snow. It is very useful for infertility after taking it. I wonder if this is Zhumadan?"

"Then I bought it? It's not expensive anyway, it's only tens of thousands of yuan. After returning to Shanghai, we have to find a regular hospital and take this medicine for testing and testing. If you can, you can take it again! If you can't take it, or if there is any unknown drug ingredients, then you can't take it randomly! I would rather not have you had a baby than let you take medicine randomly."

"Well, I'll listen to you."

Gu Mingjun took out the money, and did not count the medicine pills, and directly took out 40,000 yuan and handed it to the old Tibetans.

This scared the old Tibetans!

The old Tibetans shook their hands while talking, not accepting the money.

Gu Mingjun put the money on the stall and got up and was about to leave.

The old Tibetan stood up, grabbed his hand, and said a lot, then picked up the four stacks of money, pulled out four hundred yuan, and returned the remaining ones to Gu Mingjun.

Gu Mingjun and Song Qingru looked at each other.

"It's only four hundred yuan? So many medicines?" Gu Mingjun laughed, "Is it possible that he just said three yuan per medicine? It's so cheap?"

Song Qingru said: "Honey, you can't understand Tibetan language! Are you guessing randomly?"

Gu Mingjun smiled awkwardly: "I did guess randomly. How could I think this medicine is so cheap?"

Song Qingru said: "A real good medicine is not expensive, what is expensive is the advertising fee! Moreover, is it really not expensive for a pill of three yuan? How much does a cold medicine cost?"

Gu Mingjun said: "You are right. I also opened a pharmaceutical factory. This medicine is indeed not expensive. Isn't it just a little chemical agent or a little Chinese medicinal material? How expensive can it be? What is expensive is the hearts of the people, and what is expensive is the advertisement!"

Song Qingru bowed deeply to the old Tibetan and said, "Old man, if I get cured and have a child, I will definitely come to thank you!"

The old Tibetan grinned and gave her a thumbs up.

Myolie Wu took the cloth bag in Gu Mingjun's hand, opened the bag, put it under her nose and smelled it: "What a big smell of medicine! This is made of real herbs. I'll try it and see what it tastes."

"You are also taking medicine indiscriminately?" Gu Mingjun snatched it over, "You are not sick, what medicine should you take?"

Myolie Wu said, "Little Vegetation! I'll try one!"

“…”

Gu Mingjun and others returned to the hotel and prepared to return to Shanghai.

Song Qingru's altitude sickness was still very serious, especially if he moved a little, he couldn't breathe.

During this trip to the Western Regions, Gu Mingjun and his friends experienced the majesty of the Potala Palace, visited Jokhang Temple, Zhaki Temple and Yaowang Mountain, and also went to Bakhun Street to wear Tibetan clothes and take photos.

It’s just because Song Qingru’s plateau reaction is too great, and he has never visited attractions such as Lulang, Yarlung Zangbo River Grand Canyon, and Linzhi.

After returning to the hotel room, Myolie Wu privately told Shen Qing that next time we will come alone and have fun for seven days and seven nights, so don’t take Song Qingru! He also said, no wonder she can’t give birth to a child, her health is really worse than us!

Shen Qing just smiled and didn't say anything.

Myolie Wu said, "Don't just laugh! I'm serious. My Xiaojun wants character, talent, and money, right? What kind of woman he wants to find? He just found someone who can't lay eggs! How good would he find you? You two are so compatible! Shen Qing, I'm really worth it for you!"

Shen Qing smiled bitterly: "Don't talk nonsense! Qingru Ren is very good. She is anxious and painful than anyone else! You don't know how much medicine she takes every day to give birth to a child? She even wants to spend money to ask someone to have a surrogate!"

"Surrogacy? Really? How much is she willing to spend?"

"I heard from her that if the mother's body is good, she can give 100 million! or even 1 billion!"

"Oh my God! I can! I can give Xiaojun a surrogate!" Myolie Wu's pretty face was so excited that she blushed!

"..." Chen Qing was speechless.
Chapter completed!