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Chapter 338 - 338: drugged the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand, daring to do what even the Miracle Doctor Alliance wouldn’t (1)

But Zuo Zonghe cynically thought that sooner or later, she too would be sent to someone else’s bed.

After all, the Zuo family had supported her for thirteen years—it was time for some payback.

“The villagers here are quite knowledgeable about medicinal herbs,” the guide hesitated, “but they’re pretty insular, especially when it comes to certain… medicines. It might be difficult.”

“Just say it’s for marital purposes between couples. These villagers seem backward; some extra money should do the trick.” Zuo Zonghe casually produced a bank card, “there’s half a million on it, take one hundred thousand for the task, with another five hundred thousand as a reward upon success.” For him, one hundred thousand was just a price he paid to have fun.

But to the villagers, that amount was a fortune.

This would ensure the medicine was delivered with the utmost respect.

“Mr. Zuo really is generous,” the guide exclaimed with ecstatic gratitude. “I will accomplish it without fail!”

Zuo Zonghe, nonchalantly waving his hand, received a phone call that seemed to slightly sour his mood.

Observing this, the guide inquired with concern, “Mr. Zuo, has another troublesome matter arisen?”

For him, guiding and purchasing medicine was a lucrative deal, easily earning him hundreds of thousands.

“My younger sister,” Mr. Zuo mentioned casually, “she heard that someone in this village knows medicine and asked me to inquire about the whereabouts of the ‘Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand.’ As if I have the time for that.”

“And besides, if the Yu family can’t find someone, how could I?”

Two months ago, Yu Yao had briefly mentioned this to the Zuo family, and Zuo Xianyu took it to heart.

Now with Zuo Xianyu temporarily stepping down from her role, her urgency had only intensified.

Mr. Zuo glanced disdainfully at the surrounding forests, “And this place, so backward and impoverished it doesn’t even have a Wi-Fi signal. Why would the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand come to such a wretched place?”

“That’s not necessarily true,” the guide shook his head, lowering his voice, ‘Mr. Zuo, between us, the people in this village are quite peculiar. I’ve even seen a few people wandering around at night wearing white helmets, doing who knows what.’

Mr. Zuo expressed his disgust, “They might just be lunatics.”

He planned to leave immediately after his business was concluded, unwilling to stay a second longer in this backward place.

Meanwhile, the filming of the show continued.

As evening fell, the live audience grew.

[Why does their wilderness survival make me so hungry? I could eat two more bowls of instant noodles.]

[Watching Si Fuqing eat always makes me hungry. Darn it, this woman is thwarting my diet plans!]

[She looks like a cute squirrel when she puffs her cheeks while eating. My wife is adorable.]

[Wake up, how much did you drink?]

[Why doesn’t Si Fuqing share some food with her pet? Can’t you see it’s drooling? At least put on a show for the live broadcast.]

Little Bai was eyeing Ning Luoyao’s golden bracelet, its eyes gleaming with hunger.

So hungry.

So desiring to eat.

But its food was carried by Shang Lu, making it impossible to steal a bite.

“Qingqing, is it hungry?” Ning Luoyao noticed, “Can it eat roasted chicken legs?”

“It doesn’t eat chicken,” Si Fuqing bluntly pushed Little Bai into her embrace, “It’s picky. It will find its own food at night. Anything else causes allergies.”

Little Bails eyes were filled with a forlorn longing.

Curse its inconsiderate owner.

“Alright, everyone, please remember this is a survival game,” the assistant director reminded them, hands clasped behind his back, “So tonight, you’ll be sleeping over there.”

The group turned their heads.

Ning Luoyao was visibly alarmed, “Assistant-Assistant Director, that’s just an open field. ”

Yuan Heping interjected, “You don’t expect us to sleep on the grass, do you?”

“Of course not, ” the assistant director clapped his hands. “See those materials?

If you’re skilled enough, you could build not just tents but even wooden huts.”

Yuan Heping looked again, noticing a pile of round logs: ‘

Oh my.]

[This show is too intense, I’ll definitely watch from beginning-to-end.]

[I’m anticipating for tomorrow, I heard that tomorrow they will have to gather supplies.]

“Let’s build it ourselves,” Si Fuqing stood up, “I’m full, it’s time to stretch the limbs. ”

While the others were still hesitating, Si Fuqing had already approached the logs, effortlessly lifting one and placing it on the ground.

She then fetched nails and a hammer, starting to build with a surprisingly light-hearted expression..