Chapter 701
My Substitute CEO Bride
Chapter 701
At this moment, it was almost nine in the evening. It was the peak. hours for the average working class as they had gotten off work. Outside Mercy Pharmacy, three long queues had formed.
One line was designated for regular medicine, another for holistic, and the third was for those who were there for consultation with the
physician.
Nash walked to the queue for holistic medicine and silently stood at
the back of the line.
Mercy Pharmacy was located in the central area of the entire street. There were a large number of rental houses nearby, so the business
here was much better than Tanner Group Pharmacy, which was on
Ancient Street.
After entering the pharmacy, Nash looked around and quickly noticed
a withered herb in a cabinet. The leaf at the center resembled a
willow leaf, and it was surrounded by centipede-looking roots. It was
the Eremochloa, named for its resemblance to a centipede.
âExcuse me⦠Excuse meâ¦â
Suddenly, there was a commotion at the back. A pale-faced young
man had entered while being surrounded by three muscular men. The
people in the queue were pushed aside but dared not speak up when they saw the fierce-looking group.
At this point, Nash had reached the front of the line.
âI want
âFuck what you want! Didnât you hear us telling you to step aside?â
One of the burly men reached out and pushed Nash.
Nash raised his hand, grabbing the manâs before kicking forward.
The burly man fell to the ground on his knees. With a forceful twist of Nashâs wrist, a crisp crack sound echoed from the manâs
outstretched right hand.
âAh!! You little punk, you dare hit me-â
The burly man winced in pain, and a murderous look appeared in his
eyes.
Nash released his grip and then kicked the burly man in the abdomen,
sending him flying like a ball.
The others were about to step forward, but the fair-faced young man,
raised his hand to stop them.
Nash glanced at them indifferently and asked, âDonât you know that you should wait in line?â
One of them narrowed their eyes and said, âKid, weâre from Capiton!â
Upon hearing that they were from Capiton, the others queuing up instinctively moved farther away. Capiton was a place with
unassuming powerful people, full of elite families and the children of
officials.
Nash smiled. âSo what? Do people from Capiton not need to wait in
line?â
âOur young sir wants to buy things so yeah, he doesnât need to wait in
line!â
The burly man took out a check from his pocket and swiftly wrote a line of numbers on it with a pen. Tearing the check from the book, he handed it to Nash, saying, âHereâs a hundred thousand. Vacate the spot immediately!â
He could tell that this young man was a martial artist. His young sir was severely poisoned, his strength not even at 1% of his peak. Their group would lose if they were to act recklessly.
A hundred thousand dollars? Just to give up a spot?
The onlookersâ gazes were filled with excitement. They were eager to swap places with Nash.
Nash looked at the check in the burly manâs hand and fell silent. It was a substantial amount for him to just give up his spot. It did not seem like a bad deal.
Just as he was about to reach for the check, an elderly man in his 80s hurriedly walked out from the inner hall. âI didnât know youâd be honoring us with your presence, Mr. Kennedy. I apologize for not. welcoming you properly. Please forgive me!â
The silver-haired old man was dressed in a traditional suit, with anxiety and nervousness written all over his face. When he noticed the pale-faced young man, his pupils narrowed slightly. âMr. Kennedy, please have a seat. Let me check your pulse first!â
When he noticed Nash blocking Mr. Kennedy, the old manâs
expression turned cold. âStep aside! I need to treat Mr. Kennedy!â