Zhu Bufan and Zhao Si entered the inner courtyard together. Zhao Si immediately dropped his pretense and earnestly said, "Doctor Zhu, do you still have that medicine? If you do, please sell me a few more doses. I really need that medicine urgently, and price is not an issue."
This old man's words were very clear - even if it meant getting fleeced, he would accept it as long as there were more doses available. Just hurry and give them to me.
The more anxious Zhao Si became, the less hurried Zhu Bufan appeared. After a long silence on the spot, he finally said, "Mr. Zhao, didn't the second young master already take two doses earlier? Wasn't the other one bought for you?"
"That disobedient son of mine snatched it away and ate it!" Zhao Si said indignantly. "After he brought the medicine back, he didn't give it to me at all and directly took it for his brother."
Zhao Si didn't mention that Zhao Erapang sold the Divine Medicine to Zhao Dapang for a million yuan.
