Curing Illness

Aaron had come to the brothel this time intending to peddle some pills that could not bear the light of day.

For instance, Rejuvenation Pills.

After all, Crimson's efficacy in that regard was simply immediate.

And once his reputation spread far and wide, how could high officials and nobles possibly have no demand for them?

Where there was demand, there was a market... Pah, pah, wrong—it was connections!

Even if it wasn't the emperor himself, he only needed to have a few princes and nobles put in a word for him to gain an audience with the sovereign, or at the very least snag a ticket to the Thousand Autumn Banquet.

Still, the persona of someone selling aphrodisiacs was truly a bit too low-class.

Aaron still preferred the path of curing illnesses and saving lives.

Running into this sick old prostitute now could be considered a fortunate coincidence.

Of course, even if he had not run into her, he could have created an opportunity and forced the issue. For instance, the vicious dogs kept in this establishment could suddenly turn violent and hurt someone!

"Esteemed Daoist, what guidance do you have?"

A thug had picked up Pearl's dressing table and was about to tip it over. Hearing this, he stopped.

"This woman is truly pitiful..."

Aaron shook his head and sighed.

"Esteemed Daoist... Pearl used to be a wildly popular courtesan, and she redeemed herself early on. She has always shared the profits with our establishment."

Madam Li walked over. Having just received an unexpected windfall, she was in a good mood and willing to explain. "It was only later that her luck turned bad and she contracted a vile disease. She has seen every famed physician, but none could cure her... We did not intend to do anything to