Chapter 707

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.

Atlas’ 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 declared. He believed the patriarch would spare no expense in this matter.

“Where’s the arrogance from

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

not have been a bit more modest

not help but sigh inwardly.

Please

onlookers had gathered around.

was more important than anything else. Since they had knelt down to apologize,

stand by and watch someone die. What he wanted changed was their

with a syringe as she wanted to draw the man’s blood sample

Fanny’s wrist and reprimanded her,

still be a chance to save Atlas. What

“Grandpa, do you really believe in his nonsense?”

and drew a small amount of blood

other toxins, but that’s ancient literature. Moreover, those records aren’t from the autobiography of a

the mention of Seven-Starred Begonias in modern medical history, so

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