When Chen Yu returned with the medicine, everyone was still there, quietly waiting for him, and not a single person dared to leave.
Liu Zhongxiang felt somewhat dazed; he had been selling paintings here for many years and no one had ever treated him like this before.
Even the locals either came to haggle over one or two paintings or to hurl insults at him.
In their eyes, it seemed he was nothing more than a pedantic scholar.
Chen Yu's behavior was completely beyond his comprehension, as if Heaven had opened its eyes and specifically sent someone to his rescue.
After drinking the medicine, Liu Zhongxiang clearly felt much lighter in his body.
"Young brother, I really can't thank you enough. May I have your honorable name and where you reside? I must repay your kindness in the future."
Just as Chen Yu was about to demur, the young Taoist who had received him rushed over in a hurry.
