Old Donald anxiously spoke up, “Sir, please wait…”


    Nash remained indifferent and continued making his way out. He did not need the


    Eremochloa for the Golden Onyx Pill. Other herbs could substitute for it. The resulting pill might be a bit


    more toxic, but with the Divine Farmer’s Cauldron, Nash could refine it and eliminate the toxicity.


    As’ men quickly ran out, blocking Nash’s path. The three of them stared at Nash coldly.


    “You can’t leave…”


    They were not fools. They could tell that the old man in the pharmacy was helpless. The young man in


    front of them had spoken with conviction, indicating he might be skilled.


    Nash narrowed his eyes and replied coldly, “I want to leave. You think you can stop me?”


    The three burly men fell to their knees before him, and the scene attracted the attention of many


    onlookers.


    “Sir, please, save our young sir! We’ll pay whatever amount you ask, just save him!” one of the burly


    men solemnly dered. He believed the patriarch would spare no expense in this matter.


    Nash smiled faintly. “Where’s the arrogance from before?”


    They had been strutting around so haughtily before like they were such important people. Now, they


    were kneeling before him, pleading for his help.


    Could they not have been a bit more modest to begin with?


    Nash could not help but sigh inwardly.


    “Sir, we were doing all that for the young sir’s sake. Please understand!” the burly man exined,


    sweat pouring down his face.


    More and more onlookers had gathered around.


    “Enough, get up.” Nash sighed softly. Saving a life was more important than anything else. Since they


    had knelt down to apologize, he decided to show some mercy.


    Mireille nced at Nash sneakily. She knew Nash would not stand by and watch someone die. What


    he wanted changed was their attitude.


    Old Donald helped As onto a sickbed. Fanny came over with a syringe as she wanted to draw the


    man’s blood sample for her experiment.


    Old Donald grabbed Fanny’s wrist and reprimanded her, “Haven’t you caused enough trouble?”


    If Brian Tanner’s grandmaster were to take action, there might still be a chance to save As. What


    would happen to As if they drove the young man away?


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    Fanny dismissed him, saying, “Grandpa, do you really believe in his nonsense?”


    She broke free from her grandfather’s grasp and drew a small amount of blood from As’ arm.


    “Records about Seven-Starred Begonias mention nothing of their ability to magnify other toxins, but


    that’s ancient literature. Moreover, those records aren’t from the autobiography of a famous medical


    expert.


    “No one has seen the mention of Seven-Starred Begonias in modern medical history, so their specifics


    can’t be verified.”


    “So what? I don’t believe he has personally witnessed its poison either!


    Fanny held the syringe and went into the inner room.


    She picked up a domestically raised small white mouse from the cage. Just as she was about to inject


    the blood into the mouse, Nashi suddenly walked in. “You really are stubborn!”


    He raised his hand and manipted the objects from a distance. The small white mouse and the


    syringe in Fanny’s hand were sucked into Nash’s hand.


    “Can you understand this?” Nash said coldly.


    Fanny merely replied, “I can understand this. Martial artists practice


    vital energy, and that’s what you used!”


    Old Donald smiled bitterly and said, “Fanny, you’d better speak less!”


    Displeasure showed on her face. “Grandpa, do you also think I’m doing something wrong?”


    “The unsightly are truly prone to causing trouble!” Nash said as he nced at the woman as though


    she were an idiot. Then, he said to Mireille, “Let’s hurry up and treat As. That’s the better option.


    <ppared to letting a certain someone try to show off.”