Chapter 314: You're the Miracle Doctor?

"Hey, what are you doing with all these herbs?" Inside the presidential suite, Tristan Wokey eyed the table piled high with medicinal materials. Marilyn looked just as curious. To them, Nash Johnston might have been a divine doctor, but why buy so many herbs all of a sudden? No one here was sick. "You don't know shit. I'm refining pills," Nash shot back. "Refining pills?" Tristan frowned. "Forget it. Even if I told you, you wouldn't get it." Nash did not bother explaining. The more he said,...