Chen Fan spun around once, showing himself to Qin Shuran. "See? I told you I'd be fine."
Qin Shuran asked with a puzzled expression, "Weren't they hired by someone else? Did they give you any trouble?"
Chen Fan chuckled and joked, "They thought I was too handsome, so they didn't lay a hand on me."
"Narcissist!" Hearing Chen Fan's ability to joke, Qin Shuran finally believed he was truly unharmed.
"Let's go, let's go back and rest. I haven't slept all night and I'm really sleepy." Chen Fan didn't want to tell Qin Shuran how he had dealt with the situation, and immediately changed the subject.
"Okay." Qin Shuran nodded and followed Chen Fan towards the urban village.
However, as they passed by an Audi car, Chen Fan glanced at it.
Chen Fan now possessed the ability to recall anything at a glance. He had a nagging feeling that this car always seemed to appear in his line of sight.
But Chen Fan didn't think too much about it and returned to the rented room with Qin Shuran to rest.
Qin Shuran quickly washed up and returned to her room, while Chen Fan sat in his bedroom chair, lost in thought.
He realized he was still too weak. Besides his medical skills, he lacked the ability to protect himself.
If he had absolute strength today, he wouldn't have had to negotiate with those people.
Chen Fan searched his mind, hoping to find some cultivation techniques from the inheritances. Novels always depicted characters receiving top-tier cultivation methods along with secret techniques.
But no matter how hard Chen Fan searched, he couldn't find anything related to cultivation techniques.
However, just as Chen Fan was about to give up, he suddenly found something in his mind called 'Muscle-Enhancing Paste'.
According to its description, this substance could strengthen human muscles, increasing the user's strength and speed. What made Chen Fan even more excited was a sentence written below: Purely Chinese herbal medicine, no side effects.
Chen Fan immediately decided to concoct this 'Muscle-Enhancing Paste'.
Didn't someone say that in the face of sufficient speed and strength, everything else was trash?
He looked at the required ingredients, which were indeed all Chinese herbs. Chen Fan abandoned the idea of resting and took a bus to a Chinese medicine shop in the city called Shen Zhi Tang.
Shen Zhi Tang was arguably the most high-end Chinese medicine shop in Jiangcheng City, stocking ninety percent of the city's high-end medicinal materials.
Most of the ingredients Chen Fan needed for his Muscle-Enhancing Paste were precious herbs, so he didn't go to other pharmacies but directly to Shen Zhi Tang to purchase them.
Chen Fan looked at Shen Zhi Tang's grand, traditional Chinese facade and its large signboard, and walked straight in.
As soon as he entered Shen Zhi Tang, he was greeted by a rich medicinal aroma.
While this scent might be unpleasant to others, to Chen Fan, whose ancestors had been traditional Chinese medicine practitioners for generations, it evoked a sense of familiarity.
"Hello, I'd like to buy some medicinal ingredients. Where is the counter?" Chen Fan asked a young staff member.
Hearing that someone wanted to buy medicinal ingredients, the young man's face immediately broke into a smile.
However, the moment the young man saw Chen Fan's attire, his smile vanished, replaced by a look of disdain. "Buying medicinal ingredients? Go out the right, there are plenty of pharmacies there."
Chen Fan was clearly taken aback by the young man's attitude. He frowned and asked, "Isn't this a pharmacy? Don't you sell medicinal ingredients here?"
The young man said mockingly, "Of course we sell medicinal ingredients, but not everyone can afford them. Someone like you would probably be scared to death by our prices. I'm directing you elsewhere to save you from embarrassment when it comes time to pay."
Then, the young man waved Chen Fan away. "Hurry up and leave, so you don't affect our business here."
Chen Fan's expression turned cold. "Is this how Shen Zhi Tang treats its customers?"
The young man scoffed, "Customers? Someone like you, do you even qualify to be our customer?"
"It's not that I look down on you, but the medicinal ingredients purchased by any one of our customers are worth more than your monthly salary. Do you think you have the qualifications to be our customer?"
Seeing that Chen Fan still showed no intention of leaving, the young man's face also showed anger. "Kid, don't you understand what I'm saying?"
"Do you know what kind of people shop here? They are all wealthy and influential. If you offend them by standing here, you won't get away with it!"
Chen Fan said coldly, "Where is your boss? I want to see your boss."
The young man became even more disdainful. "See our boss? What, you want to complain about me? Do you know who I am? The money I sell in medicinal ingredients in a month is probably more than you can earn in ten years. Do you think our boss would bother with a pauper like you?"
Chen Fan cursed, "You snob who judges people by their appearance."
Hearing Chen Fan's insult, the young man was furious. "Kid, you dare to curse me? Apologize immediately, or I'll have the security guards break your legs!"
"A scumbag like you, do you deserve an apology from me? Medicinal ingredients are for healing people, not for you to flaunt how much money you've made." Chen Fan said righteously.
"Heh, you, a pauper, dare to lecture me? You won't apologize, huh? Then don't blame me for being impolite!" With that, the young man raised his hand to slap Chen Fan's face.
"Bang!"
Chen Fan took a step back and raised his hand, accurately pointing a finger at the acupoint on the inner side of the young man's arm, pressing it firmly.
"Ouch!" The young man cried out in pain.
He quickly withdrew the hand he had raised, his face contorted in pain.
"Kid, you dare to hit me? Security guards, security guards! This kid is here to cause trouble, beat him, don't hold back!" The young man shouted at the security guards at the entrance.
The two security guards standing at the door heard this and quickly ran towards Chen Fan.
At this moment, in a VIP room on the second floor of Shen Zhi Tang, two middle-aged men were walking down the stairs.
"Director Chang, please rest assured. I will personally oversee the preparation of these medicinal ingredients and use the finest quality herbs for decoction," the middle-aged man in a Tang suit on the left assured.
"Haha, thank you, Boss Yin," the middle-aged man in expensive casual wear said, cupping his hands in thanks.
However, at this moment, the commotion from the first floor caught the attention of the two men on the stairs.
The middle-aged man, referred to as Boss Yin, frowned slightly upon seeing this and said apologetically to the other, "Director Chang, please excuse me. I'll go see what's happening."
With that, Boss Yin walked towards the first floor.
The middle-aged man naturally did not blame him and also walked down the stairs, heading towards the crowd. He too wanted to know what was happening in the crowd that dared to cause trouble in Shen Zhi Tang.