Some had short lifespans, some suffered from various genetic diseases, some were infertile, and some had functional disorders.
Su Qiao had figured out their conditions long ago. These medicines had been researched specifically for their problems, prepared precisely for this day.
"If you couldn't before, take two extra pills at once. If you could before, one pill will be enough."
"If you have any problems, feel free to come back for a follow-up."
The group: "..."
"Patriarch..." Several old men, especially the one who had asked about "sexual dysfunction" earlier, looked eagerly toward the C. Er Patriarch.
The C. Er Patriarch looked at Su Qiao and fell silent for a moment. "Buy ten bottles."
"Ten bottles?"
Su Qiao flipped her hand and took out ten bottles, placing them on the table.
"Okay, exactly ten bottles. One hundred million. Please transfer it to this account."
She handed the bank card she had prepared long ago to the butler.
The butler accepted it with a heavy heart. At the patriarch's signal, he quickly transferred one hundred million.
With everything settled, Su Qiao pulled Lu Han away. "Let's go. The wedding is the day after tomorrow. You don't want to miss it, do you?"
"Mm-hm." Lu Han foolishly gripped his sword and followed her like a good baby.
"Wait."
The butler hurriedly called out to Su Qiao.
"Don't worry. As long as we return home safely, all the industries under your family's name will immediately recover, and the thing hanging over your heads will also return to normal."
Su Qiao swept her gaze over everyone, a hint of warning in her eyes. "However, you'd better not get any more ideas. It's very dangerous."
If she came again next time, she wouldn't be nearly so easygoing.
The C. Er Patriarch asked calmly, "You're holding