Laurel stopped in her tracks when the label caught her attention.
Dan Shen.
Her fingers hovered over the container before she picked it up carefully. The seeds were small and dry, nothing extraordinary at first glance, yet she knew better than to judge them by appearance alone.
Dan Shen was not a common medicinal herb that people grew casually. It was cultivated for survival.
It could improve blood circulation, treat internal injuries, and stabilize the heart. In a world where hospitals would collapse and medicine would become scarce, a single mature plant of Dan Shen would be more valuable than gold.
"This is one," she murmured softly.
She continued down the aisle, her eyes scanning the shelves with more focus now. If she was going to fulfill her mission, then the plant had to serve a purpose beyond simple medicinal properties.
A few steps later, another name drew her gaze.
Shi Hu.
Laurel lifted the container with both hands this time, studying it longer.
