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Chapter 155: 155: Little Rabbit

There were all sorts of trades on the Secret Web and most of the trades there costed large amounts of valuables. If one wasn’t careful, some may even lose their life or cause trouble with people whom they shouldn’t have.

Therefore, when the Zhan family heard Jing Qian talking about the Secret Web, they were shocked.

Even if it was them, it is very seldom for them to trade things on the Secret Web.

“How did you know the seller from the Secret Web?” Zhan Shuyu was still in a trance.

Master Zhan’s eyes darkened and he said, “This is her personal matter. Why are you asking such questions?”

Then, he turned to Butler Xu and said, “Quick. Contact this person with the ID known as ‘Please call me the god of medicine.’ Let him know that we are willing to buy the pills from him at a high price.”

“Yes.”

Butler Xu immediately logged into the Secret Web with his own account that he had created years ago and found the user with the ID ‘Please call me god of medicine.’ After checking with Jing Qian, he mentioned to the other party that he was a family member of ‘Little Rabbit’ and would like to buy the same medicine that she had bought before this.

However, no one replied, even after they waited for quite some time.

“Young Mistress, it looks like this person isn’t online. Is there any other method?”

Jing Qian shook her head and said, “No, it was by luck.”

“I think that it would be best to just log into Qianqian’s account instead. At the same time, we would be able to see how Jing Qian traded with the other party.”

Zhan Renmian tried getting Jing Qian into trouble.

“The things on the Secret Web are private and confidential. It’s not very nice for us to do this.”

Zhan Shuyu could no longer bear having this old man brewing up trouble, which is why she spoke up instead.

“What’s wrong with that? Our priority now is to deal with Ah Chuan’s condition. Since we are a family now, what’s wrong with logging into her account?”

“Why don’t you share your bank account number and password to Qianqian, as well as your private messages? Since we are a family, it doesn’t matter which bank accounts the money goes into.”

Zhan Shuyu was done with this old man.

Zhan Renmian, who got targeted, immediately shut his mouth.

Jing Qian smiled, “There’s nothing to hide. If you are worried that he won’t reply, you can use my account.”

With that said, Jing Qian logged into the Secret Web with her account, which was named ‘Little Rabbit.’

After logging into it, everyone in the room, including Master Zhan, could see the chat history between ‘Little Rabbit’ and ‘Please call me the god of medicine.’

This conversation happened back at the night where Butler Xu had given her the rats. In the chat, it started with Jing Qian saying that she realized that her husband had been poisoned and she wanted to know if he still had the pills that he mentioned before this.

The other party mentioned that he only had one left, which is why it would cost 200 million. Jing Qian thought that it was too expensive and even asked for a discount, but the other person said that these pills were created by an actual god of medicine.

He also mentioned that the ‘god’ did not only have good medical skills, she was also an expert in creating pills like these. Her pills were already a precious treasure when she was still alive, but now that she was dead, it would be more expensive. This bottle was the last of it and there was none left. 200 million was already a discounted price.

However, in the end, Jing Qiand decided against buying the pills.

After being told that Zhan Lichuan was in trouble tonight, Jing Qian quickly contacted the other party. Fortunately, he was in Country Z and was at a place near H City. He told Jing Qian to give him about 2 hours to send the pills to her. She would get the pills as soon as she made the transaction.

This has also explained why Jing Qian only managed to come to the hospital at 2 in the morning when she was already at home at 11.

After reading through the conversation, Master Zhan exclaimed, “Qianqian, you’re too kind!”

Master Zhan knew that Jing Qian did not have much money, but she was willing to spend 200 million for Ah Chuan’s pills without any hesitation.