"Medicine" 3: Lao Shuan also looked over there, but he only saw the backs of a group of people; their necks were stretched out very long, as if many ducks were held up by invisible hands. After a while of silence, there seemed to be some sound, and then they began to shake again, and with a bang, they all retreated; they scattered to where Lao Shuan was standing, almost squeezing him down.

"Hey! Hand over the money with one hand, and the goods with the other hand!" A man dressed in black stood in front of Lao Shuan, his eyes were like two knives, stabbing Lao Shuan into half his size. The man stretched out a big hand to him; in the other hand, he was holding a bright red steamed bun, and the red was still dripping down bit by bit.

Lao Shuan hurriedly took out the foreign currency, trembling and trying to give it to him, but he didn't dare to take his things. The man became anxious and shouted, "What are you afraid of? Why don't you take it!" Lao Shuan was still hesitating; the black man snatched the lantern, tore off the paper cover, wrapped the steamed bun, and stuffed it into Lao Shuan's hand; he grabbed the foreign currency with one hand, squeezed it, and turned away. He hummed, "This old thing..."