Shang Xiangyu heard this and cursed, "You old dog, what a clever plan you have!"
While cursing, Shang Xiangyu rummaged through the bottles and jars by the wall, picked up a small blue porcelain bottle slightly smaller than his palm, opened the stopper and sniffed it, then walked over and handed the bottle to Old Man Qin, saying, "This medicine can cure your stubborn ailment, but the damage to your body is not small either. Use it sparingly. If you manage the dosage well, you, old dog, can still breathe for another ten years."
Shang Xiangyu kept calling Old Man Qin an old dog, but Old Man Qin didn't seem angry at all, instead grinning continuously.
Old Man Qin took the porcelain bottle, opened the stopper, sniffed at the nose tip, and immediately showed a blissful expression on his face.
With one sniff, a strong greed surged in his eyes, he plugged the stopper back, suppressed his greed and said, "I didn't just come to get medicine. I brought you a Medicine Boy!"
"Medicine Boy?!"
