The yellow-haired youth who burst in from outside was none other than Ma Donghe's underling, Chen Yingjun.
There were other customers in the shop; some were sitting on the long bench waiting for their prescriptions, others were speaking softly to Master Lin about their ailments.
Witnessing this scene, everyone couldn't help but feel surprised.
Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, then he composed himself and approached Chen Yingjun, whispering:
"Don't make a fuss, let's talk in the back room."
After saying this, he quickly led him into a rest room in the back.
Click.
The door locked, separating them from the slight clamor outside.
Under the dim incandescence, Chen Yingjun was dripping with sweat, his face a mix of dust and blood, looking utterly disheveled.
He looked at Fang Cheng anxiously, babbling in a panic:
"Mr. Fang, please think of a way to save my big brother..."
Fang Cheng's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his voice deep and serious:
