What? Sandra's eyes went wide. She dropped the watermelon in her hand, and its juice splattered everywhere on the floor. Her heart was shattered just like the watermelon. She mumbled, "That's 100 million dollars! How is that book worth so much? Oh my goodness, I sold it for less than 100 million dollars.
"I always ask myself why Renae thinks the medical literature is more precious than finding a partner. It turns out to be so much money. Damn it. The buyer tricked me." Standing at the side, Donna changed the way she looked at Renae as if she was seeing Renae for the first time. Renae actually possessed a book worth 100 million dollars.
After recovering from the shock, Donna held Sandra's arm. "Stop crying, Mom. Think carefully about who you sold the medical literature to. We have to get it back."
Sandra wiped away her tears and nodded in agreement. "Yes! We absolutely need to get the book back. I've seen the guy a lot. He's always wandering around this area, collecting old books, bottles, and boxes. He must live nearby." Matthew didn't have the time to argue with Sandra. Finding the book was what mattered. With the details Sandra had provided, Matthew had a rough idea of who she had sold it to.
"You're not saying a junk collector took your book, are you?"
Even if the buyer offered 10 thousand dollars, it was still a lot of money. If a junk collector acquired it, that was just ridiculous. Sandra nodded. "A junk collector took it. He used to be out every day collecting cardboard boxes, bottles, and old TVs.
"Just yesterday, he suddenly started offering high prices for old books. I ran into him, so I asked how much he was offering.
"He mentioned that he'd pay a high price for old books, anywhere from 100 dollars to one million dollars. I was curious about how much he'd offer, so I showed him Renae's book." Matthew was outraged. It really did end up with a junk collector.noveldrama
Scholarly Tradition was a gem in traditional medicine. It featured jaw-dropping acupuncture techniques like the 13 Phantom Needles and a groundbreaking bloodletting treatment. Besides that, the medical literature included the earliest form of psychological therapy, where emotions were used to address the issue and heal. Yet, it ended up being sold as junk. However, Matthew didn't have time to be mad and quickly said to Sandra, "We need to track down the person who bought the book. Let's head to the local junkyard and see if we can find anything." With that, Sandra, Donna, and Renae got in the backseat, whereas Matthew took the front seat beside the driver. Trevor took the wheel, and they headed straight to the closest junkyard. Around ten minutes later, they arrived at a run-down yard that used to be an old factory. For some reason, half of it had been demolished, but no one knew why the work had stopped. At the entrance, there was a foam box with "scrap collection" scrawled on it with red ink.
As they entered, they noticed the place was littered with foam boxes, used cardboard, glass bottles, and kinds of scrap metal.
In the yard, a few old people were selling old books. One of them, probably in his 90s, had a head of white hair.
He took out a book on medicine and
flipped through the pages with a
wistful look. The old woman next to him remarked, "Stop checking it out. Nobody practices traditional
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medisine anymore. Even hospitals notonger have traditional medicine practitioners.
"Patients don't like traditional medicine because it tastes so bitter. This book will end up going to the rats sooner or later. You might as well sell it and use the money for groceries."
The old woman grabbed the medical book from the old man and handed it to the junkyard's owner to have a look. "Check out this book, mister. It's 300 Folk Remedies. How much will you pay for it?"
The junkyard's owner was around 40 years old. His clothes were a bit worn out, but his hair was washed and clean.
He glanced at the book and replied with a smile, "100 dollars. If you're ready to sell, I'll take it on the spot."
The old man sported a bitter expression. "These are ancient remedies that could save lives. Now, they're worthless." Ignoring the old man's sorrowful comments, the old woman said to the junkyard's owner, "I'm selling it for 100 dollars." Watching the scene unfold, Matthew felt a pang of sadness.
The Eastorians stopped at nothing
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to snatch the legacy of traditional medicine. They went to great lengths to buy it and even committed murder and arson medical book. Meanwhile, some people sold them off at a cheap price like trash.
After getting out of the car, Sandra started looking around. When she spotted the junkyard's owner, she screamed, "That's the guy who scammed us and took the medical literature!"