The next morning, in the most luxurious private room at
Mirage. "Mr. Rhys, thank you for protecting me. Here is the canscora you
wanted. Please take a look." Natasha put an exquisite wooden box on the
table before pushing it forward. "Huh?" Dustin opened the box and saw a
blood–red canscora in it. The herb was crooked, like a dragon's tooth. It
had an interesting appearance. He gently sniffed it, and its unique
stench filled his nose. "It is really a canscora! Thank you, Ms. Harmon!"
Dustin's face lit up. He had been searching for various rare herbs all
these years. Finally, he found another one. There were still five herbs
left. If he could collect the remaining five herbs, there would be hope!
"You're welcome. You deserve it. Come to think of it, I should be the one
thanking you." Natasha smiled. "Ms. Harmon, I have a favor to ask. Can
you contact me immediately next time if you find such rare herbs? I am
willing to pay heavily for them!" Dustin looked serious. "Of course I can
do that. But I'm curious about the reason you're collecting these herbs."
Natasha asked hesitantly. "To save someone." Dustin hesitated before
saying, "I have a friend who is seriously injured. I need these rare
herbs to save him." "Oh, what disease did he get? Even you can't cure
him?" Natasha appeared surprised. She had witnessed Dustin's medical
skills before. It was not an overstatement to say that he could even
bring the dead back to life. "Medical skills alone are not enough. I need
various herbs to heal him." Dustin shook his head. One could not make
bricks without straw. No matter how good his medical skills were, he
could not cure many diseases without the proper herbs. "I see." >>
Natasha nodded as realization dawned upon her. "Alright. I'll keep an eye
out for you. I'll contact you immediately if there's any news." "Thank
you in advance, Ms. Harmon." Dustin gave a slight nod. "No problem. Let's
keep in touch." Natasha gave a wink. "Sure. We'll keep in touch." Dustin
did not stay for long. After making some small talk, he excused himself
and left. 20 minutes later, in front of Peaceful Medical Center. Holding
two bottles of alcohol, Dustin strolled into the medical center. "Hey,
drunkard, look what I've brought you!" He exclaimed while scanning the
area. He followed the sound of a man snoring, and soon he saw a drunk man
with a flushed face under a table in the medical center. The man was one–
eyed and had a broken leg. He looked like a shaggy beggar. "Hey, wake
up!" Dustin pushed him. The man ignored him, turned around, and continued
sleeping. His snore became louder. "You seem to be sleeping rather
soundly." Smirking, Dustin opened a bottle of alcohol. The fragrance of
the alcohol spread across the room. The next second, the sleeping man was
jolted out of his sleep. He bumped his head on the table with a bang and
broke the table in half! Ignoring the glass shards on the floor, he
instantly snatched the bottle in Dustin's hand and poured it into his
mouth. "This is some good stuff!" The one–eyed man exhaled a sigh of
relief, feeling refreshed. "This alcohol cost me a lot of money. You'd
better save some for later." Dustin reminded him. "Come on." The man
rolled his eyes. "You're a wealthy guy. Two bottles of alcohol are
nothing to you." "Even so, you can't waste them!" "Cut the nonsense! Why
are you here?" The one–eyed man glared at him. "I've found another rare
herb." Dustin handed him the box with the canscora. "Huh?" The man opened
the box and immediately frowned. "Bastard, I told you not to search for
herbs for me anymore. I'm going to die anyway. Dying now and dying later
doesn't make a difference." "That's your problem, but I'm going to
continue searching for herbs. It has nothing to do with you." Dustin
shrugged. "Hey! Why are you so stubborn?" The one–eyed man began to
panic. "Do you know that the Rhys family controls all the main herbs
needed for the production of life–sustaining medications? They will
eventually find out if you keep searching for herbs!" "So what? I'm not
the same person I was ten years ago," Dustin answered. "Kid, I know
you've progressed and are better than them, but the Rhys family is
unbeatable. Nobody can fight against them. I don't want you to get
involved again!" the man said somberly. "Life is guided by destiny. I've
been hiding for ten years, and I don't want to hide anymore. I want to
live the rest of my life confidently!" Dustin was determined. "You will
face many hardships if you choose this path. Your mother wanted you to
live peacefully like a normal person." "My mother has passed away and she
will never come back. You are the only relative I have left in this
world. How can I watch you die just like that?" Dustin shouted. "My life
is worthless. It doesn't matter!" "Then I'll die with you!" "Gosh! Why
are you so stubborn? Even if you don't think of yourself, you should
consider your pretty wife. Do you want her to become a widow?" The one–
eyed man used his trump card. He had already noticed Dustin's ambition
three years ago, so he had even chosen a pretty lady to marry Dustin so
that Dustin would settle down. He would use this method every time they
got into an argument, and it always worked! "It's no use. We're
divorced." Dustin shook his head. "What? Divorced?" The one–eyed man was
stunned. No way. He couldn't use Dustin's wife as an excuse anymore.
Without any ties, Dustin would go all–in soon! "I've already made up my
mind. No matter if you agree or not, I will do it. You know my
character," Dustin said firmly. "Whatever. If that's what you want, go
ahead." The one–eyed man waved his hand. " The worst that could happen
would be me losing another leg and becoming completely blind." "You won't
become blind. I'll make sure you stay alive." Dustin gently clenched his
fist as determination filled his eyes. Ten years ago, the one–eyed man
had protected him. Now, it was Dustin's time to protect him.