Responsibility

Feng Jun was utterly depressed about falling ill himself. I'm actually worse off than a child?

What depressed him even more was that, for some unknown reason, the news had spread.

So everyone in the village learned that the miracle doctor had fallen ill, and they all came to visit him.

None of them had come to gawk. There was no rule saying a miracle doctor could not get sick.

The real reason was that everyone saw this as a good chance to curry favor with him.

But to Feng Jun, this was damn awkward. He had only just put on the act of being an expert.

When Lang Damei came to see him as well and said that he could rest for a few more days and they could wait for the next market, Feng Jun finally could not take it anymore. "If we wait until the next market to sell the Yaling Green Bamboo Shoot, won't its quality suffer?"

The Lang Family was also planning to go to the market this time, hoping to find an opportunity to sell the Yaling Green Bamboo Shoot.

Once this kind of treasure had been dug up, it was difficult to replant. It had to be sold or used as soon as possible. It could, of course, be dried for long-term storage, but its effects would be somewhat diminished.

Lang Damei had forgotten that she had said something similar before and instead tried to fool him. "It's nothing. It works even better when dried. I just wanted to sell it early because I'm worried there might be another stretch of rainy weather."

Damn it, Feng Jun was annoyed. He absolutely could not tolerate lies that insulted his intelligence, so he cleared his throat. "Well, I'm not actually sick. I just wanted to