Who would have thought that the young master of the Qi family, a family of traditional Chinese medicine in Jiangcheng, who was the most prosperous at that time, would be reduced to such a situation now? He lived in a dilapidated house with rats roaming around, wore an old coat full of patches, and ate the leftovers from one meal after another. There was nothing left in his body except the tenacity in his bones that had not been worn away.
