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

they were such important people. Now, they were kneeling

have been a bit more modest to begin

not help but sigh inwardly.

for the young sir’s sake. Please understand!” the burly

more onlookers

more important than anything else. Since they

sneakily. She knew Nash would not stand by and watch someone die. What he wanted changed was their attitude.

onto a sickbed. Fanny came over with a syringe as she wanted to draw the man’s blood sample for

reprimanded her,

to save Atlas. What would happen to Atlas if they drove

do you really believe in his nonsense?”

broke free from her grandfather’s grasp and drew a small amount of blood from Atlas’

but that’s ancient literature. Moreover, those

in modern medical history, so their specifics

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