Chapter 1773: You Don't Know a Damn Thing!

Zhao Wuji tossed the bag from his back to Zhao Yang, then strode ahead toward a stall. Zhao Yang glanced at him and followed in his wake.

"Why is it so chaotic here?" Suddenly, Zhao Yang frowned slightly and murmured softly.

It turned out that a crowd gathered nearby was in heated discussion, as if something had happened.

"Could it be trouble again?" Zhao Yang guessed silently.

"Boss, we have a tiger bone here; take a look and tell us its value," Zhao Wuji said with a faint smile to a stout middle-aged man before him.

This middle-aged man was dressed in rags, his body covered in mud, looking like a beggar.

"One hundred gold coins." Upon hearing Zhao Wuji's inquiry, the stout middle-aged man raised his head and said lazily.

"So expensive? A tiger bone this large is worth at least four or five hundred gold coins; how dare you try to fleece us?" Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice.

"You don't know a damn thing. The tiger bones here are purely natural and wild." The fat man cursed as he spoke.

"Then by that calculation, isn't it one thousand gold coins?" Zhao Wuji countered.

"One thousand? Hehe, let me tell you: don't say just this one tiger bone; even the bones of an entire bear are not worth one thousand gold coins." The fat man chuckled.

"How can that be?" Zhao Wuji did not believe it.

"Why would I lie to you? I originally planned to go into Shenshan to find some spiritual herbs, but instead I encountered an attack by this giant wolf; I almost died beneath its jaws. Fortunately, I ran fast, or else I would have gone to see King Yama." The fat man sighed and said.

"So? You killed this giant wolf and ate its meat?" Zhao Wuji asked.

"Exactly. After I finished eating, I thought the taste was good, so I ate it all." The fat man said while picking his teeth.

"..." Zhao Yang rolled his eyes.

"Haha, let me tell you: if you had arrived a bit later, I would have slaughtered it and stewed it for soup." The fat man chuckled.

"I advise you not to eat the tiger penis." Zhao Wuji said calmly.

"Oh? Why?" The fat man paused for a moment.

"Because the tiger penis has a miraculous effect on strengthening yang." Zhao Wuji said softly.

"Bah! I won't eat such messy things." The fat man quickly spat and then stared fiercely at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji smiled slightly and said, "These tiger penises are boiled from the essence of fierce tigers. If my estimate is correct, you must have consumed quite a lot."

"What's it to you!" The fat man said irritably.

"Of course it's my business. But if you don't mind, I can help treat you." Zhao Wuji chuckled.

"Really?" The fat man immediately grew excited and stared at Zhao Wuji with eagerness.

Zhao Wuji nodded.

"Why do I feel like you're a wandering quack?" The fat man asked doubtfully.

"You don't need to know that. Now hurry and return with me to the City Lord's Mansion; later I will have my sister examine you." Zhao Wuji shook his head, turned, and walked outside.

The fat man hesitated for a moment, then followed Zhao Wuji toward the City Lord's Mansion.

After returning to the City Lord's Mansion, Zhao Wuji led the fat man into a courtyard where Zhao Qingxue was sitting nearby embroidering. Seeing Zhao Wuji enter, she quickly rose from her chair.

"Big Brother, you're back."

Zhao Wuji smiled, then pulled her to sit on a stool, pointed at the fat man, and said, "I gained a great deal this time I went out; please check if he is ill."

Zhao Qingxue nodded, then said to the fat man, "Roll up your pant legs."

The fat man quickly rolled up his pant legs, revealing a pair of dark, tanned thighs. However, his skin was somewhat dull yellow, even turning black in places, with faint spots visible. Zhao Qingxue furrowed her dark brows and placed two fingers on the fat man's pulse.

After a moment, she released her fingers and said to Zhao Wuji, "Big Brother, he is indeed ill."

"Oh? What illness?" Zhao Wuji asked.

"A large amount of toxins has accumulated in his body, and his liver and kidneys have suffered severe damage." Zhao Qingxue said in a deep voice.

"So serious?" Zhao Wuji paused for a moment.

"Yes. If my guess is correct, it must be caused by long-term use of some medicine." Zhao Qingxue nodded.

"Long-term use of medicine?" Zhao Wuji looked at the fat man in confusion.

The fat man's face turned red, and he stammered, "I... I have been taking a kind of yang-strengthening medicine recently."

"Yang-strengthening medicine?" Zhao Wuji paused, then suddenly understood and laughed, "No wonder your complexion is so poor; it's from eating yang-strengthening medicine."

"What are you laughing at? If it weren't to be stronger in that aspect, I wouldn't have taken such messy medicines." The fat man said irritably.

"Big Brother, his condition is very serious; he must be treated immediately, otherwise, I fear he will not live more than three months." Zhao Qingxue said with a serious expression.

"What? Three months?" The fat man was startled.

"Qingxue, do you have a way to cure him?" Zhao Wuji asked hurriedly.

"There is, but it requires many precious medicinal herbs; we probably cannot find them here." Zhao Qingxue shook her head.