Finding the Black Market was no easy task, and once inside, the place was nothing short of chaotic. A motley crowd surged like a tidal wave, while shrewd, calculating vendors darted their eyes about, the air thick with the endless din of haggling and arguments.
Wang Jianguo navigated the space with nerves stretched to the breaking point. He had to be on constant guard against hidden dangers while racking his brains to bargain with the peddlers, all to ensure he procured authentic medicine. His body and mind were utterly exhausted.
This physical fatigue rolled over him in waves, relentless and crushing. Every muscle felt as if it were being pricked by a thousand needles; a deep, aching soreness permeated his entire body, as though his very bones were about to fall apart.
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