“Everything is going as per normal!” It has to be normal!” said Zhao Tiezhu as he patted his chest. “Those cheap people were extremely grateful after receiving Young master’s bacon and drugs. They wish they could refine the bones all day!”
“Hmm…Give them some of the herbal dregs then,” said Lian Chengyu casually. The herbal dregs were of no more value to him. Suddenly, Lian Chengyu asked, “Right, what happened to that Yi Yun?”
“Yi Yun…” Zhao Tiezhu gave a look of disdain. “That kid fell sick a few days ago and had diarrhea, and was covered with sweat. The entire house stank. He was no different from a beggar.”
“If not for Young master’s mercy, he would have long died without the elixir! Lowly me followed Young master’s instructions and saw with my own eyes that the kid swallowed the pill. But thankfully, that kid still has some conscience. These few days he had been going around singing praises of Young master, saying that he could recover all thanks to Young master’s medicine!”