Chapter 59: Did You Pick the Wrong Wolf?

The top donor of the day must, of course, be connected immediately!

Shen Miao, dressed in a giant panda costume, maintained excellent service standards. Seeing that the person on the other end of the video link was a young lady wearing a mask, she took the initiative to ask sweetly:

"What's wrong, miss? Has your dog suddenly become very hot-tempered?

Don't worry, with the panda here, I guarantee your dog will be as well-behaved as a grandson!"

"Ah?

No, that's not it. The one I keep is a Husky, which used to be hot-tempered and especially loved tearing up the house! But—"

Having finished these tasks, Wang Sheng took a step back and looked at Zhao Hua beside him. Upon seeing this, the latter immediately instructed the young security guard regarding the temporary storage of their weapons.

Shu Nian was just about to say something when Huzi stepped forward. While speaking, he did not forget to roll up his sleeves, wearing such a ferocious expression that even Shu Nian could not help but arch his brows.

The miraculous efficacy of streptomycin against tubercle bacilli opened a new era in the treatment of tuberculosis. From then on, there was finally hope of curbing the history of tubercle bacilli ravaging human lives for thousands of years.

Shu Nian had grievances in his heart that he could not voice, so he could only offer an awkward laugh: "Well, you know, seeing injustice on the road and drawing a sword to help! That's quite normal, isn't it?"

Shu Nian's eyes lit up. Could it be that Luo Song knew where this Heavenly Worm Powder was? "Brother Luo, do you happen to know where the Heavenly Worm Powder is located? Or perhaps any information about it?"

Liu Shan suddenly felt it was incredible. Zhang Menghu was merely a local tyrant, and the business he usually engaged in was entirely unspeakable.

Li Mu's security regiment was currently the most powerful armed force in the Nanyang region. Given this premise, as long as one was willing to spend money on connections, obtaining an official title or authorization was still completely unproblematic.

"No, you are not old at all. You are still just as beautiful," Zhang Wuji said as he kissed Zhou Zhiruo on the cheek.

Even her colleagues were clearly influenced by the post, discussing the matter with great animation at that moment. While cursing Andy, they were jubilant and as excited as if they were celebrating the New Year.

Chunyu Yan was stunned once again. It was not as if he was unaware of the news that Yelu Qi had come here, and Xiuming's words also made sense. After all, this was not the Jiang Kingdom; even if military force were to be used, it would not be his turn. Yet, remaining here with Fanghua's whereabouts unknown, how could he possibly set his mind at rest?

Ji Tongtong shook her head, suddenly thinking back to what happened at noon today. "Darling, were you even the slightest bit disappointed at noon today?" At least she had that feeling.

Yilan was startled and raised her gaze to look at Zhu Xiumin. By intuition, she suddenly thought of Li Yunjin. The Empress Dowager did not oppose her socializing with Li Yunjin precisely so that she could ferret out the emperor's movements from him.

Naturally, no one opposed Coral's decision. The sisters and the five bodyguards were utterly bewildered, maintaining a look of skepticism as they curiously watched the mad monk and his companion, hoping to spot something extraordinary about the two of them. However, they discovered nothing at all.

Zhao Wanwan curled her lips and remained silent. Li Yuanhao held Zhao Wanwan in his arms, his heart beginning to ponder whether it was because he had pampered her too much these past few days that she was becoming increasingly audacious.

Zhao Wanwan nodded and followed Li Yuanhao into the room, but her heart remained unsettled for a long time.

"Melancholia syndrome, as the name implies, is having a knot in one's heart that cannot be untied. This leads to a deterioration of the condition, where the heart cannot withstand any stimulation. If stimulated, the patient might go mad, suffer unbearable heartache, and directly lead to cerebral hemorrhage," the doctor explained.

"Give chase to me! Dig three feet into the ground if you must to find them out," Gao Yong wheezed, breathing heavily. His previous detachment now seemed like a complete joke. A nobody who wasn't even particularly strong had caused him to suffer massive losses, which was a greater humiliation still; upon returning, he would certainly be slandered by his competitors.

Chunyu Yan could no longer bear to watch either, feeling an overwhelming urge to step forward and beat the man to death. How could anyone use such low-level language to describe Fanghua?