Behind the medical center, Chen Yu had a dedicated preparation room.
This was where he routinely decocted traditional Chinese medicine or prepared medicinal liquors.
The spacious, well-lit room was filled with the heavy aroma of Chinese herbs. A row of small, wood-burning stoves held a collection of clay pots.
The firewood crackled as it burned, and steam rattled the pot lids.
Chen Yu was holding an original copy of the Records of Traditional Chinese Medicine from China, engrossed in its pages.
At his feet, Little Curry was meticulously chopping firewood with a small axe, tending to the stoves beside him.
Just then, a middle-aged man knocked and entered.
He took a deep breath and said, "Chen, I smell money."
Chen Yu glanced at the man, dressed sharply in a suit and leather shoes that probably cost over ten thousand US dollars, but didn't reply.
His name was Ryan Kent.
He was from the Eli Lilly Company.
