Chapter 595: Life-saving Medicine is in the Making
Chapter 595: Life-saving medicine is in sight
However, Dou'er also knew his brother's temper and current situation very well, and after a brief emotional catharsis.
He adjusted his state and walked towards Wang Jianguo at a leisurely pace.
At this time, Wang Jianguo was sitting on a stone bench in the corner of the yard, watching the movements here calmly.
Dou'er walked to a place three steps away from Wang Jianguo and stopped. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes showing some of the stubbornness and arrogance of a young man, and said to him:
"Do you want medicine to save lives? My medicine is not cheap. Don't bargain. If you can't afford the price, I won't sell it to you."
His voice was crisp but with an unquestionable tone, and every word he said was powerful, as if he was declaring his bottom line to Wang Jianguo, or testing the other party's confidence.
When Wang Jianguo heard this, his heart was moved slightly. He raised his eyes and looked carefully at the half-grown child in front of him.
Although Dou'er was thin and his clothes were tattered, his eyes revealed a shrewdness and courage that did not match his age.
The corners of Wang Jianguo's mouth slightly lifted up, revealing a faint smile. This smile showed both his admiration for Dou'er's imposing manner at such a young age, and his response to his "outrageous" remarks.
Then, Wang Jianguo calmly reached into his pocket, fumbled around with his fingers nimbly for a while, and then slowly took out a stack of brand new big black tens.
The stack of banknotes looked particularly dazzling under the dim light, exuding a magic that could not be ignored.
Wang Jianguo weighed the banknotes gently in his hand, making a rustling sound, as if he was showing Dou'er his strong financial resources, and also as if he was giving himself courage.
He looked straight into Dou'er's eyes firmly, and said in a calm but confident tone:
"I have plenty of money, but it depends on whether your medicine is worth the price. If it's not, I won't buy it."
After saying that, he deliberately shook the banknotes in his hand, and a hint of provocation flashed across his eyes, as if he was playing a psychological game with Dou'er to see who could gain the upper hand in this transaction first.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the yard suddenly became tense, with a teenager and a person seeking medicine confronting each other.
It seems as if a war without gunpowder is about to begin, and the outcome of this war will depend on the value comparison between medicine and money.
The dim light swayed eerily in the yard, and the mottled light and shadow made Dou'er's slightly thin figure appear longer and shorter.
Dou'er curled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an interesting smile. That smile contained both the agility and playfulness of a young man, as well as a bit of shrewdness gained from experience in the black market.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes quickly swept over Wang Jianguo, and with a hint of inquiry, he said:
"Interesting, tell me, what's wrong with you, or what medicine do you need?"
The clear voice stood out in this quiet and mysterious courtyard.
Wang Jianguo's heart tightened. He was well aware of the sensitivity of the matter. He stood up cautiously and looked around vigilantly. After confirming that there were no potential peepers, he slowly approached Dou'er.
Every step was taken with extreme caution, for fear of disturbing the seemingly calm but actually turbulent atmosphere.
When he reached Dou'er, he carefully glanced around again, then slowly leaned close to Dou'er's ear and whispered the name of the medicine in a voice so low, as soft as the flapping of mosquito wings.
The name was like a mysterious spell, instantly breaking the slightly joking atmosphere.
The smile on Dou'er's face froze instantly, as if he was under a spell. Then, his brows frowned rapidly and his eyes became extremely sharp in an instant.
Like a small animal that suddenly became alert, he stared at Wang Jianguo intently and asked in a cold and serious tone:
"Are you from the military?"
Wang Jianguo quickly shook his head, his eyes frank and sincere, and hurriedly explained:
"If I were in the military, I wouldn't have come to you. The military has regular channels, so why would I come to this black market to mess around?"
"But this medicine is indeed used in the army. It seems you know it too."
Having said this, he paused for a moment, his eyes locked onto Dou'er's, trying to find a glimmer of hope in her eyes, and then added in a more emphasizing tone:
"I'm here today with the determination to succeed. If you can afford it, I'm willing to pay twice the market price."
As he spoke, he subconsciously patted his bulging pockets, which were filled with the heavy funds he had raised from all over the place, to demonstrate his sincerity in making a desperate effort.
When Dou'er heard this, a hint of hesitation flashed across his face. He knew in his heart that the origin of this medicine was not simple.
Selling this kind of special drug in the black market, a place where all kinds of people mix and dangers are lurking everywhere, is undoubtedly dancing on a tightrope. The slightest mistake can lead to eternal damnation.
But the generous conditions offered by the person in front of me are like a huge magnet, with an irresistible attraction.
A price twice as high would not only mean wealth, but also the ability to solve many problems in his and his brother's lives, and even change their current predicament.
After hesitating for a long time, Dou'er gritted her teeth, as if she had finally made up her mind, and said to Wang Jianguo:
"I do have this medicine, please come with me."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the house with slightly heavy but firm steps.
Seeing this, Wang Jianguo hurriedly followed behind, his heart pounding. He was full of anticipation for the medicine that was about to be obtained, but also nervous about the unknown situation in the house.
The two men walked one in front and one behind, their figures were gradually swallowed up by the darkness in the house, leaving only the dim light continuing to sway lonely in the yard, witnessing the beginning of this uncertain transaction.
With a heart full of anxiety and anticipation, Wang Jianguo carefully stepped over the threshold and walked into the house.
As soon as he entered the room, a strong and pungent smell of medicine hit him like a surging tide, instantly filling his entire nasal cavity.
The smell was extremely complex, a mixture of the bitterness of herbs, the sourness of chemicals, and some indescribable stench. It choked him so much that he couldn't help but frown slightly and subconsciously raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose.
With the few rays of light that struggled to seep in through the cracks in the window, the scene inside the house gradually became clear before his eyes.
The first thing that catches your eye is a large wooden table that occupies the center of the room. The surface of the wooden table is covered with scratches and stains, and it has obviously experienced countless times of use and wear.
Surprisingly, on this messy desk, there is a microscope that looks quite professional.