Another great benefactor. The Fatty was already numb to those three words. After all, based on his past experience, so-called great benefactors were almost never what they seemed.
"The Wu family's old shop really is famous. We'd heard of it back in Shanghu. What a shame that a good man like Master Wu had to die." Yuan Shanyuan had a kind, benevolent face, as if he truly sympathized with the portly shop assistant.
"By the way, do you know how Master Wu died? The Wu family's old shop should have every kind of rare medicinal herb. Could it have been some difficult-to-treat illness?" Yuan Shanyuan abruptly changed tack and put the question to the shop assistant.
A puzzled look crossed the portly shop assistant's face. Seeing that there were no other customers at the tea stall, he simply dragged over a wooden stool and sat down beside them. "I've always found it strange, too. No one in town had heard that Master Wu was ill. By the time anyone found out, he was already dead. I think... it must have been some kind of acute illness."
"Sounds like a pretty terrible disease." Jiang Cheng rubbed his chin, chiming in. Then, as if he'd suddenly remembered something, he looked at the shop assistant in alarm. "It's not contagious, is it? If an acute illness that even the Wu family's old shop couldn't cure were to spread, that would be disastrous. We've been through a contagious outbreak back in Shanghu. It was terrifying."
Seeing his customers panic, the kind-hearted shop assistant hurried to reassure them. "No, no, there's no need to worry, honored guests. Master Wu has been dead for several days, and nothing has happened in town."
"Has nothing happened to the Wu family either? Has no one else died?" Jiang