No matter, I should still go take a look. Zhao Guang went downstairs, drove off and headed straight for the tractor factory.
However, as he passed by a pharmacy, Zhao Guang suddenly stopped, "Hello, do you have painkillers, the strong kind?"
"You should go to a hospital to have that looked at."
"How can you curse at me? I'm here to buy painkillers," Zhao Guang said to the shopkeeper, somewhat at a loss for words.
"Who cursed at you? I said for strong painkillers you should go to a hospital. How could we possibly have those here? Don't you know that those strong painkillers are illicit substances?"
Zhao Guang's eyes widened incredulously. Was this really the case?
"Then, is there any place where I can buy them?"
"You're not thinking of buying heroin, are you, brother? There are better things to do, don't take an irreversible path."
"Who wants that stuff? I just need painkillers, for a special use. Don't worry, I won't sell them to anyone else."
