One-Shot Transmigration: Sorry I'm Here To Ruin Your Happy Ever After-Chapter 137

The vendor stared at her blankly. "I... do not know. Only this.." he said, holding up a handful of dried berries that were smaller, darker, and clearly not the same.

Yura shook her head sharply. "No, no! That’s not it!" She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to calm herself. "How is it so difficult? These aren’t the exact herbs I need. If he eats the wrong thing..."

Saar placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. "Relax, Georgiana. If you don’t calm down, you’ll never find what you’re looking for."

Yura nodded, exhaling slowly, but her eyes remained sharp, scanning, moving to the next stall.

Each rejection made her stomach tighten with worry.

Every step felt heavy. She repeated the Korean names over and over, pointing, gesturing, trying to match them to something, anything, in this foreign market.

"This is ridiculous..." she whispered. "How am I supposed to know what they call them here? I don’t even know if they have them..."

She held her head in frustration, she even looked at the herbs they brought out. It just wasn’t it.

Saar did not reply. He simply followed, keeping pace, letting her frustration burn itself out in the search.

Yura crouched over a new stall, examining a pile of dried roots. "No... no... not this either..." Her hands hovered over the wrong bundles, shaking her head.

She straightened, eyes narrowing. "I won’t leave until I find them. Even if it kills me, I’ll find the exact herbs my brother needs.."

Saar stepped closer, lowering his voice so only Yura could hear. "Perhaps you’re going about this the wrong way. They do not know the names you’re using, so repeating them won’t help. You need to describe the herbs, what they look like, the smell, the effects. That is something they might understand."

Yura frowned, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Describe them? Like... how?"

Saar’s eyes softened slightly, though his tone remained firm. "Tell them what they do. What they are for. Say that it helps with fatigue, strengthens the body, or calms the stomach. Explain the appearance, the texture, the smell if you must. Words they know... they will understand."

Yura exhaled sharply, the frustration in her chest coiling tighter. "Alright. I’ll try... but what if they still don’t know?"

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"If they don’t know after this then, it doesn’t exist.."

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Yura nodded, opening her notebook again. She began carefully, slowly describing the first herb she needed. "It’s a root... light brown, slightly wrinkled... tastes bitter... but when boiled into a tea, it strengthens the body, helps with energy, especially for those who feel weak or nauseous."

The seller’s eyes widened slightly.

The woman leaned closer, squinting at her hands as she held them in the shape of the root. "Ah... root for strength? Weak body?"

"Yes!" Yura’s voice lifted with a mixture of relief and urgency. "It’s called insam in Korean, but the name doesn’t matter. It must have this effect, this taste, this shape!"

The woman stroked her chin, she had many roots for lack of strength, perhaps the one the young lady was looking for inside.

"I shall bring the herbs I have for lack of strength. I have angelica roots, sarsaparilla, jesuit’s bark and one very special one. The merchant said it was quite hard to get, we don’t even know what all it’s uses are but I do know it’s a great boost for strength. The merchant called it Ninjin.."

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Ninjin?

Yura had a feeling that the Ninjin the woman was talking about, could be the ginseng she was looking for.

"Let me see that Ninjin.."

The woman carefully handed Yura a bundle of roots wrapped in a thin cloth. Yura’s hands trembled slightly as she unwrapped it, revealing the light brown, slightly wrinkled roots.

Her heart raced.

"This... this looks like it," she whispered, lifting a root to her eyes, turning it over in her hands, feeling the familiar texture of the ginseng she had grown to hate. "It’s Ninjin? But... the name..."

The woman nodded. "Yes. Here, we call it Ninjin. Not your Insam, but same effect. It’s strong, boosts body and calms fatigue."

Yura exhaled, a mix of relief and disbelief washing over her. "It’s exactly what I needed... finally."

Saar gave a small, approving nod. "See? Description works. The name doesn’t matter if the effect is understood "

Yura carefully wrapped the Ninjin back up, holding it close as if afraid it might vanish.

"Thank you... I thought I’d never find it here. I don’t know what I’d do if my brother drank the wrong thing..."

The woman smiled faintly. "How much are you buying? From my experience it is best to use the Ninjin when it is fresh."

Yura nodded, mentally noting to handle it with care. "Yes...I know that. I will make sure it’s prepared exactly right and I’ll be taking the whole bundle"

The woman nodded, then kept quiet to calculate the cost.

"That will be thirty silvers, young lady.."

Yura nodded and turned to Saar, he was the one with the money.

With a sigh, he placed the money on a table with a thank you following after.

"Is there anything else you wish to buy?"

Yura nodded, she had only gotten ginseng. She still needed to get other herbs if she wanted to makes tonic for Min-jae.

"No, we still have several on the list that we haven’t found.."

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Saar sighed, he’d rather she continued shopping for dresses again. The herbs she was looking were relatively harder to find.

Yura glanced back at her notebook, her thumb tracing the scribbled Korean characters.

In her old life, she could have walked into a convenience store and bought a bottle of extract, or a pharmacy for a standardized blister pack.

Here, she was basically playing a high-stakes game of "charades" with her brother’s comfort on the line.

"I need something that acts like... an antibiotic..." she muttered to herself, then winced. She couldn’t say that.

She turned back to the seller, her eyes focusing on the next item. "I need a flower. It’s usually dried, but it must be bright yellow or orange. It has many thin petals, like a tiny sun. It’s used to heal the skin, but more importantly, it stops the blood from ’rotting’ inside when there is a wound. It cleans the system."

The seller’s brow furrowed. "A sun-flower? For the blood?"