Climbing over the wall out of the Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, and not far away was the bustling street.
Wherever there's a bustling street, there's bound to be a Jianghu doctor.
When Su Chong approached, the Jianghu doctor was bragging, claiming that taking his medicine would ensure longevity.
The deceived were also foolish. If the medicine really worked, would he resort to setting up a stall here instead of having a proper shop?
The Jianghu doctor sold a bottle of medicine, earned an ounce of silver, and was smugly tossing it in his hand.
Tossing it and tossing it—
It was gone.
Su Chong extended his hand and caught the silver in it.
He was so fast that the Jianghu doctor didn't dare to ask for it back, only wishing he could slap himself hard—what's the point of showing off with a little money!
"What kind of medicine would you like to buy?" The Jianghu doctor asked politely.
"Do you have pills?" Su Chong asked.
"..."
This question was a bit insulting.
