Xiang Jiechao frowned, ordering his men, "Give her the medicine."
His subordinate quickly ran to Dr. Lo to ask for the medicine.
Dr. Lo clutched the medicine tightly, not looking up as he said, "Eldest Xiang is still in critical condition, the medicine can't be returned yet."
Xiang Jiechao's man had to run back and relay Dr. Lo's words verbatim.
Xiang Jiechao's brow furrowed even more tightly. He pursed his lips, looking at Ye Xingbei and said, "We still need the medicine. Leave your contact information. Once we're done with it, I'll personally return it to you. There will be a hefty reward!"
"That's impossible!" Ye Xingbei refused outright, "My son has asthma, he can't be without his medicine. I must take the medicine with me!"
"Why are you so talkative?" An impatient young girl who had been kneeling beside the old man caring for him, stood up and strode towards Ye Xingbei, "It's just a stick of medicine, right? Name your price, we'll pay it!"
