Katelyn’s eyes caught sight of a fresh, large bloodstain on the pavement.
Alert, Vincent surveyed the area and inquired, “Can you describe this Spring Snow Herb we’re looking for? Are we looking for some kind of plant?”
“No, we’re actually looking for its extract,” Katelyn replied, her eyes scanning the vendors’ goods. She was taken by surprise. The black market truly lived up to its reputation, offering everything imaginable for sale. Right at the entrance, visitors could find antique paintings and calligraphy, alongside blood samples from various people. As they ventured deeper, the items on display grew increasingly rare and disturbing.
Out of nowhere, a loud voice boomed, exclaiming, “Come and see! I’ve got all kinds of precious medicines on sale. Miss out today, and you’ll be waiting another ten years!”
Katelyn’s interest was piqued. She hurried over to the vendor who was calling out. His booth overflowed with various medicines, each securely sealed and marked with a simple sticker. Spotting a potential buyer, the vendor beamed, asking, “What sort of medicine do you need? I stock everything, even the most unusual kinds, and I have hundreds of them.”
Katelyn gave the medicines a casual glance. They seemed like the usual market fare but possibly of a higher purity. She faced the vendor and inquired earnestly, “Do you have Spring Snow Herb or its extract?”
The vendor’s smile briefly wavered. “Oh, that’s beyond my reach. How could a humble shop like mine stock Spring Snow Herb?”
Katelyn ignored his comment and bent over the displayed medicines, saying confidently, “If you have it, I can meet any price. I’ll buy as much as you have.”
Spring Snow Herb was both rare and crucial. It was a lifesaver in critical situations. This urgency fueled her determination to acquire it. Carol had grown old.
Despite her proficiency in medicine, Katelyn could not ensure a complication-free surgery. Not even the most skilled doctors could guarantee success with such an operation. Katelyn knew she had to consider every possible outcome and prepare accordingly.
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A subtle shift occurred in the vendor’s demeanor. He lowered his voice and looked around before whispering, “Are you serious? Not just anyone can afford Spring Snow Herb.”
“As long as I can see the goods and verify their authenticity, the money will be in your pocket immediately.”
With a casual smile, Katelyn drew a black card from her pocket. “Isn’t this enough?”
The black card was a special gift from a top-tier bank to a select few who were extremely wealthy. It had no spending limit and could be used freely. Owning such a card signified immense wealth and status.
Taken aback, the vendor quickly adopted a more flattering smile. “How could I have failed to recognize a VIP like you?” He rubbed his chin, lost in thought for a moment. “Although Spring Snow Herb is rare, I know how to get it,” he admitted, looking up at Katelyn.
Then he suddenly changed his tone, adding, “However…”
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