"Doctor Li, what should we do? Are we still coming tomorrow?"
Ding Kaifang asked.
Li Xu thought for a moment, then said, "We have plenty of Dragon's Saliva Fragrance. It wouldn't be out of the question to part with a little as a favor."
"But..."
His tone shifted. "It depends on how much they need. If they just want ten grams or so for a medicine guide, worth a few hundred thousand yuan, we can just give it to them to save face."
"If he wants more... then it'll be at market price."
"Got it. We'll follow your lead."
...
They returned to Feng City from the provincial capital.
Night had already fallen.
The streets twinkled with neon lights.
After having dinner out with Ding Kaifang, Li Xu returned to the clinic and went to the warehouse.
He took the precious, grayish-white Dragon's Saliva Fragrance from the temperature-controlled cabinet. Using a cutting blade, he carefully sliced off a small piece weighing about ten grams and placed it in a wooden box.
