With the red envelope from Mo Han in hand, Old Man Wu left the Spring of Youth Clinic with utmost satisfaction.
On his way back, Old Man Wu straightened his back with indescribable joy and pride in his heart.
"Haha! Who would believe that my shit could actually treat diseases, and even make money off of it?"
Every time he thought of Tao Pinggui eating his shit mouthful by mouthful, Old Man Wu was absolutely delighted.
Even though he did not know the exact status of the Tao surname, judging by the other party's attire and demeanor, he seemed to be a big boss.
Haha, a big boss actually eating my shit? It's hilarious!
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In the hall of the Spring of Youth Clinic, Tao Pinggui, having rinsed his mouth, sat excitedly in a wicker chair, waiting for Mo Han to give him acupuncture.
"Relax, Chairman Tao, you've even eaten human placenta, so why be afraid of a silver needle."
Mo Han chuckled, making a dig at Tao Pinggui.
