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Chapter 702
Nash’s face darkened. “I’ve been waiting in line for an hour. Let me buy my medicine first. I need the
Eremochl-”
“Do you not understand the human language?” the silver-haired old man interrupted Nash coldly.
Atlas was the young master of the Kennedy family in Capiton and also the most beloved grandson of
Sir Kennedy. The gentleman had personally called just now and informed him that his grandson would
be coming down to his pharmacy to buy medicine.
He also asked the silver-haired old man to make things easy for him.
If the old man could establish a relationship with the Kennedy family
of Capiton, he might even be able to open a branch in Capiton.
Atlas frowned slightly, covering his chest gently. “You don’t need to check my pulse. I just want the
Eremochloa bead,” he said hoarsely,
the breath he exhaled carrying a strong fishy odor.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNash noticed then that Atlas’ gums were black. He had truly been
poisoned, and it did not seem to be a simple poison.
“Well, what a coincidence, I also want the Eremochloa!” Nash
retorted. “Your pharmacy should follow the principle of first come, first served, right?”
Nash did not care whether this young sir lived or died. He was
determined to get the Eremochloa If they refused to sell it, he would
find his own way to resolve the issue
The woman dispensing the medicine removed her mask and scolded
angrily, “How dare you talk to my grandfather like that? Do you even know who my grandfather is?” Her
saliva almost rained down on
Nash’s face.
It suddenly occurred to the silver-haired old that Nash looked somewhat familiar. He pulled his
granddaughter back a bit and whispered, “Fanny, does this person resemble Brian Tanner’s…
grandmaster?”
The woman called Fanny was puzzled. “No way, why would Brian Tanner’s grandmaster come to our
place to buy medicine?” She snuck a glance at Nash. “Moreover, he’s too young!”
How could a young man who looked even younger than herself be the grandmaster of Jonford’s top
doctor, Brian Tanner?
The silver-haired old man lowered his voice even more. “I heard that
Brian Tanner’s grandmaster is a young man in his 20s. The man himself was also asking around for
Eremochloa today.”
Fanny took out her phone, pulled up the pharmacy’s surveillance footage, captured Nash’s image, and
sent it to a holistic medicine
group chat.
Atlas was now slightly short of breath and feeling a tightness in his
chest. Leaning on the shoulder of a burly man next to him, he stared
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmat the silver-haired old man and urged, “Quickly, give me the
Eremochloa…”
Blood began to ooze from his mouth as he spoke.
At this moment, Fanny whispered to her grandfather, “He really is
Brian Tanner’s grandmaster!”
The silver-haired old man trembled slightly. Brian Tanner had a significant reputation in the Jonford
medical community, but recently, his grandmaster had become even more famous.
He first cured Walter Watson’s bedridden wife. Then, he successfully treated late-stage cancer. Finally,
he healed the Northern Territory’s Warden, Philix Xing. Nash’s extraordinary medical skills easily put
him on par with the renowned Thomas King of the past.
Fanny whispered, “Now what do we do? Who should we sell the
Eremochloa to?”
One was the young sir of the Kennedy family in Capiton, and the other was the grandmaster of
Jonford’s top doctor, Brian Tanner. Both held
unshakable positions.
If they sold the Eremochloa to Atlas, it might be challenging for him/ to continue his practice in Jonford.
However, he was worried about the consequences if he were to offend the Kennedy family in Capiton.
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