After walking for a while, Little Xin Zhuo looked up and realized that he had arrived at the Alchemy Hall.
Little Xin Zhuo felt something was not quite right.
When he turned to leave, several people darted out from the Alchemy Hall.
"Young lad, we've finally found you. Where is that little beggar?"
Pharmacist Zhang came out with a few apprentices.
They watched Xin Zhuo like predators encircling their prey.
"What are you talking about? I don't know any little beggar. I just came to see a doctor."
Little Xin Zhuo stepped back, his scalp tingling.
"Doctor, tell us, what did that kid tell you?"
Pharmacist Zhang glanced sternly at the doctor beside him.
"Reporting to Pharmacist Zhang, the boy said that someone in his family took the Bone Marrow Cleansing Powder and fell into a coma."
The doctor hurriedly reported this.
Ever since the top-grade Marrow Cleansing Powder was lost, Pharmacist Zhang had been restless day and night.
