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"": "The setting sun was dazzling. It shone on Luo Bin's face, turning it crimson in the rearview mirror.
Luo Bin had rested well over the past three days. He had spent all the money he had on hand, carefully selecting a batch of medicinal herbs, then asking Huang Bing to find someone to prepare them as medicinal cuisine.
Zhongshan baijiao constantly nourished his soul. Although his body could not keep pace with the nourishment provided by such an extraordinary "immortal medicine," it was still far stronger than before.
Of course, restoring his health was not something he could accomplish in a day or two. Luo Bin was content as long as things improved little by little.
The most important change was not in his body or soul, but in his state of mind.
He had selected quite a few jobs that suited him. They would hone his Feng Shui Arts and fortune-telling skills while earning him more money, creating a virtuous cycle. All of this made him calmer and more composed.
Most crucially, he was certain of one thing.
If he was doing well, someone else must be doing badly.
Three days was about right. Any longer, and that person might consider giving up.
He had eaten, drunk, and slept well, recuperating for three whole days. His vitality and spirit were at their peak!
Someone else had been unable to eat, drink, or sleep properly-perhaps unable to sleep at all. Under the strain of his emotions, he was probably nearing his limit!
The car left the city center and headed toward the outskirts.
Night swallowed the last of the daylight.
The car stopped outside a residence.
Luo Bin got out and knocked on the front gate.
After a few knocks, the gate opened.
"Hm? Mr.