Hu Li cast a hesitant glance at Yun Luofeng and finally took over the medicine. He turned to the old man, “Father, wait for a moment. Let me decoct the medicine.”
Then he walked away.
“Mr. and Mrs. Yun,” the old man said, his eyes resting on them, “if you don’t mind, please rest in my home tonight.”
Yun Luofeng slightly nodded. For a spirit cultivator, even sitting up all night would be no problem
…
The next day, in the morning.
A loud noise came from outside the shabby room in the slum.
A man yelled arrogantly, “Hu Wenwu, Hu Li, is your money prepared? If you can’t repay your debt, you’ll have to give me your lives!”
Squeak!
The shabby wooden door was pushed open by an old hand, and the old man tottered out with the help of his sons. His crutch heavily pounded the ground like a hammer hitting on the hearts of the crowd.
“Hu Youwu, you know what you did!” The old man coldly stared at the man standing in front of him, his voice hoarse and dry and his eyes solemn.
Hu Youwu laughed, “What did I do? Why don’t I know? How about you? A patient died of your treatment, which is known to the whole Luohua City. Your reputation has been destroyed, and no one can help you!”
With that, Hu Youwu raised his hand and a piece of paper appeared in it.A bright red fingerprint was clearly visible on it.
“You borrowed ten million taels of silver from me. When are you going to repay me?” With a sarcastic smile on his face, he looked provocatively at Hu Wenwu.
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