The other man, sitting to the side, saw what was happening and knew they wouldn't be able to achieve their goal today.
He figured he might as well take a closer look at the clinic.
As he looked around, he noticed some small items on a wooden shelf against the wall, but this was a clinic.
'Those trinkets probably aren't just trinkets. Could they be... the so-called medicine?'
Seeing his partner racking his brain, he stood up and walked over to the wooden shelf.
"Doctor Wen, I remember now! Last month, my mother and my wife bought two fine items—an old ring that my mother liked so much she started wearing it, and an old painting. They said they got both pieces from the same place. I looked at them at the time but didn't notice anything unusual."
Old Jiang recalled looking them over several times and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, just a couple of old objects.
'If they liked them, they should just buy them,' he'd thought.
