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

no expense in

the arrogance

so haughtily before like they were

people. Now, they were kneeling before him, pleading

for his help.

been a bit

could not help but sigh inwardly.

sake. Please understand!” the burly man explained, sweat pouring down

onlookers

sighed softly.

they had knelt down to

decided to show

glanced at Nash sneakily. She knew Nash would not stand by

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

experiment.

grabbed Fanny’s wrist and reprimanded her, “Haven’t you

caused enough trouble?”

to take

happen to Atlas if they

young man away?

saying, “Grandpa, do you really

nonsense?”

drew a small

Begonias mention nothing of

ancient literature. Moreover, those records aren’t from the autobiography of a famous medical

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