And this medicinal bath was not something uniquely created by Evan; there were many precedents for it. So, no one really paid attention to why Evan would use this method—perhaps it was just another folk remedy he had heard or read about somewhere.

There were people who, inspired by Mr. Miller's success, tried to use Mr. Miller's medicinal bath method, even using the exact same prescription. Strangely, though, it seemed that no one else could achieve Mr. Miller's level of success.

Although the ingredients in Mr. Miller's medicinal bath were not particularly rare, the quantities used were absolutely unique—amounts that very few people could endure. Yet, oddly enough, Mr. Miller was able to withstand it and even absorbed the medicinal effects to the fullest extent.

If there wasn't something else at play here, then it must be that Mr. Miller's body was different from ordinary people!!

But which was it, exactly? No one could say for sure, simply because at that time, Mr. Miller's body was indeed different from others—he had just been struck by lightning, and his body was somewhat special.

But how did Evan figure this out?

Therefore, whether it was Mr. Miller's unusual constitution or the use of other medicines, Evan was always a subject of suspicion. However, this suspicion only arose much later, and by then, it seemed to have lost all meaning.

In Qingyun City, if you wanted to buy medicinal herbs, the first choice was the Huang family's pharmacy. This was a family clan much like the Mo family, renowned for their expertise in medicine—not only did they deal in medicinal herbs, but they also possessed excellent medical skills.

However, in terms of rank alone, the Huang family was not as high as the Mo family. Among the medical clans, they were only considered second-tier, but in Qingyun City, they were the only one and thus the best available.

This situation left people with no other options. Still, although the Huang family was a second-tier medical clan, their medical skills were more than sufficient for the people of Qingyun City. Their medicinal herb business was also genuine and honest, with a wide variety of products—almost on par with first-tier medical clans.

Because of this, the prices marked at the Huang family pharmacy were basically non-negotiable; everyone accepted them. Yet at this moment, someone was haggling inside the Huang family pharmacy!

"Eighty percent!"

"...Eighty percent is too hard, how about ninety percent!!"

"Eighty percent!"

"Come on, give a little—eighty-five percent!!"

"Eighty percent!"

"Evan, don't push it. If I tell your family about this, you'll be in big trouble!!" The person speaking seemed about to explode.

"Eighty percent!!" Evan glanced at the other party lightly and still said those two words calmly.

"Damn, fine, you win. Eighty percent it is. Any more of this and none of us will make any profit!!" In the end, the person didn't explode, but gritted his teeth, looking extremely frustrated.

"Relax, at eighty percent you can still make at least a ten or twenty percent profit. Don't think I don't know—the profit margin in the medicinal herb business is at least thirty or forty percent. Even though your prices are the lowest in the industry, it's still a huge profit!" Evan waved his hand dismissively.

"But our family is big, and if we don't make money, how do we survive?" The manager of the Huang family pharmacy said irritably.

"That's why I didn't ask you to lower the price much before. It's only because I'm buying in such large quantities now that I want a wholesale price." Evan said.

"Even before, you made us lower the price by half a percent, which is already rare. I really don't know why I gave you that price in the first place. You must have skimmed quite a bit off the top, huh." The manager said. Evan had come here to purchase many times before Mr. Miller; previously, the discount was only five percent off.

"Not much. I reported it as ninety-seven percent." Evan said.

"That's really not much. Why didn't you just pocket the whole half percent?" the manager asked. According to his records, Evan's two percent cut was really just a little bit.

"If I took the whole half percent, then I wouldn't be the one doing the buying." Evan smiled. "Besides, this way I can take my cut with a clear conscience—even if I'm found out, the master won't say anything."

"......"

That was true. If he took the whole half percent, he'd be just like everyone else, so why would anyone ask him to do the purchasing?

Two percent wasn't much, but it was still income. Little by little, it adds up—grains of sand can build a tower. In the future, Evan would prove this point.

"Oh, you little rascal, so that's why you didn't want to follow me!!"

At this moment, a voice that surprised Evan rang out, and a beautiful figure appeared in front of Evan and the others.

"......"

Chapter 009: Skimming a Cut Is Only Right (1)

"......"

Evan was silent for a moment before saying blankly, "Miss Miller, what are you doing here? And what happened to your injuries?"

"It's just a minor injury. I just got into a fight outside and came to get some medicinal wine. Didn't expect to catch you here skimming a cut." This beautiful figure was none other than the Mo family's Miss Miller Grace Miller, and her tone was very casual—after all, this was nothing out of the ordinary for her.

"Drinking medicinal wine..." Evan was at a loss for words.