"Who you are, he is the same."
The drunk immediately added a sentence: "Then, what about me?"
"You're asking too many questions." The person seemed somewhat impatient.
"If you still want the transaction to continue, then follow my arrangements."
The drunk looked at the small medicine bottle in front of him, his hand hanging by his side clenched slightly, as if struggling, hesitating within.
After a good while, he looked towards that person and stated his position: "I am a Doctor, I won't do the killing."
"Heh..." That person sneered sarcastically: "When we made the transaction initially, you didn't say that. What, just a few years and you've grown attached to them? Can't bear it now?"
"..."
Seeing the drunk didn't reply, that person didn't mind: "Rest assured, I won't touch anyone in Wu Garden."
"You'd better keep your word." The drunk finally reached out his hand and caught the small medicine bottle in front of him.
