"Young man, stepping out of my door might be easy, but ensuring your survival is another matter entirely. Money can be earned again, but once your life is gone, you're left with nothing. After all, you're still young," Feng Shichao advised me with a stern expression.

"At the moment, I don't even have a thousand bucks on me. While my dad has money, he's a bit stingy. Convincing him to spend fifteen grand on three grams of dirt? Impossible. Let's just go with the flow," I responded.

"Do you want to live, or do you want to die?" he questioned.

"Of course, I want to live. I haven't had the chance to enjoy the beauty of this world properly yet," I replied, looking towards the bustling streets, yearning to experience life.

"I'm a kind-hearted person. It doesn't sit right with me to ignore a young person in your predicament. However, giving away this hundred-year-old dragon liver for free seems a bit unfair. Here's the deal: you give me an IOU for fifteen grand, and I'll give you the three grams of dragon liver. When you're wealthy in the future, you can return the favor. Does that sound fair to you?" Feng Shichao proposed.

"Aren't you afraid I'll refuse to pay you back when I'm wealthy?" I asked skeptically.

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"I'm a good judge of character. I don't think you're the type to break promises," he responded with a smile.

"Yan Zi, go upstairs and fetch the dragon liver," Feng Shichao instructed the young girl.

"Yes," she replied reluctantly, with a frown. Yan Zi moved gracefully towards the second floor.

After a short while, Yan Zi descended with a small white porcelain bottle in hand. The bottle was eight centimeters high, slightly thicker than my thumb, with a label reading "Dragon Liver."

Feng Shichao took the bottle, pulled out a small electronic scale typically used in jewelry stores, and found an earpick. With great care, he scooped out the dragon liver from the porcelain bottle and weighed it meticulously.

As I approached to get a better look at this substance more valuable than gold, Feng Shichao raised his head, signaling me to stay away nervously.

"This dragon liver is incredibly precious. If you accidentally sneeze on it, it's ruined," Yan Zi warned from the side.

I nodded at Yan Zi, taking a few steps back, cautious not to interfere.

To me, the hundred-year-old dragon liver looked like yellow powder. Under the sunlight, it sparkled with a faint golden glow.

Once Feng Shichao weighed the three grams of dragon liver, he placed it into a small oiled paper packet and handed it to me.

"This is the remedy for your life. Keep it safe. If you lose it, don't come back asking me for another," he warned.

I nodded, taking the packet from Feng Shichao and promptly wrote an IOU for fifteen grand. I not only included my name and ID number but also pressed my fingerprint onto the paper. I then showed him my ID to confirm the accuracy of the details.

"Alright, you can go now," Feng Shichao said, taking the IOU from me.

"Thanks, Uncle. I'll repay you," I expressed my gratitude.