"Ah, no problem, as long as it's not Poison and doesn't kill people, just hurry up and give me the medicine." This fatso is like a junkie having a drug attack, clutching Bufan's hand wanting to buy medicine.
Bufan was helplessly dragged around by him, so he had to reach into his pocket again and pull out a packet of Divine Medicine to give to the fatso. The fatso grasped the Divine Medicine like a treasure. He dropped a sentence: "I'll transfer the money to you this afternoon!" Then he didn't even wait for Bufan's response and hurriedly left the place. He was in such a rush that he even abandoned his little girlfriend at the scene.
Bufan was still a bit worried about not receiving the money, but Zhan Feiyu immediately stepped forward and gave Bufan a reassuring promise: "Those two doses of medicine together are worth 200,000 yuan, I'll transfer it to you, don't worry, I won't renege!"
"That would be great." Bufan nodded in satisfaction.
