"Good!"
The middle-aged man coughed heavily twice, then sat across from Zhao Tienan. He first placed his left wrist on the table, while he slipped his right hand into the pocket of his coat.
From the looks of it, he probably had a piece in his pocket, and the gun barrel was aimed right at Zhao Tienan.
If Zhao Tienan made any aggressive move, the middle-aged man likely wouldn't hesitate to shoot.
"Bro, from your pulse, you have the same symptoms as the villagers nearby. It's all the flu."
"This strain of flu is very virulent, with severe symptoms. Generally, it can hit over 39 degrees Celsius. Judging by your case, it should be approaching 40."
"If you don't get effective treatment, you might experience convulsions and fainting. Fortunately, I have some special medicine here, otherwise, it'd be troublesome. Wait a moment, I'll get it for you."
Zhao Tienan calmly said, then turned and went to the pharmacy, preparing three small packets of unknown medicine.
"Clack..."
