Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Before long, even Victor and Crawford had been bitten more than a dozen times. Their faces and noses were covered in large welts, swollen like pig heads, looking both comical and pitiful.

When Little Arendt came out, he saw Victor and Crawford covered in bites and couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"Oh dear Victor and Mr. Crawford, what happened to you? Why don't you come hide in my tent? These sandflies aren't afraid of fire, and with so many bumps all over your bodies, it seems you've attracted even more bugs... How are you going to sleep tonight?"

Crawford's face turned ashen, and Victor gritted his teeth in anger.

His men behind him were still reporting: "Several miners are covered in welts and have fainted! They need immediate medical attention after being bitten by sand flies, otherwise tomorrow they might..."

"Where would we find a doctor in this godforsaken place? Besides, how expensive are private doctors? They wouldn't even cover their costs. We'll just have to wait until we get out tomorrow." Victor waved his hand irritably, then suddenly remembered something, "There's a miracle doctor in the Chinese delegation..."

Crawford frowned.

He had already spent $100,000 on medical treatment for his men, and he didn't want to spend even more money on treating the miners.

As Victor was speaking, his gaze swept over a group of Chinese onlookers, and he suddenly froze:

"Boss, look! None of them have been bitten! Those bugs don't seem to be getting close to them, why are they always staring at our people? And have you noticed that after we get closer to them, even the bugs on our side have decreased?"

Crawford was taken aback, only then realizing that he had been bitten all over and was now standing near the Chinese man, and there wasn't a single bug left.

Little Arendt also looked surprised and quickly asked Su Wanqing:

"Oh, dear Sue, what's going on? Why are those bugs only biting them and not us? Is it some kind of mysterious Eastern medicine?"

Upon hearing this, the people on the Chinese side also noticed—indeed, there wasn't a single flying insect even near the tent.

Little Green Ivy raised her hand: "I know! Is it the sachet that the fairy sister made this afternoon? Everyone gets one! She said wearing it can repel insects!"

As soon as she said that, everyone looked down at themselves and saw that they were indeed wearing a small sachet that emitted a faint herbal scent.

Su Wanqing smiled and nodded: "It's definitely thanks to this sachet. It was made from the 'trash' we picked this afternoon."

Young Arendt laughed heartily: "Did you hear that, Victor, Mr. Crawford? It's not some kind of Eastern mystical magic, it's just those herbs that Miss Su and her people picked, which you called 'a pile of garbage'!"

These words left the two of them feeling awkward. They hadn't expected that this little sachet would have such a miraculous effect.

Victor immediately changed his tune: "Oh, Miss Su, I'm so sorry! You're truly a remarkable doctor. We'll pay for this sachet, how about... one dollar each?"

Little Arend scoffed, "One dollar? Who do you think you are? This not only contains insect-repelling herbs, but also a wonderfully pleasant fragrance, better than any French perfume. This one is worth at least five hundred dollars before I'd even have the nerve to ask Miss Su if she'd sell it."

Victor was about to accuse the other party of taking advantage of his misfortune when Crawford gritted his teeth and said directly, "Fine, five hundred dollars it is! Hurry up!"

There was no need for a translator; Shen Ruolan had already provided simultaneous interpretation.

Mr. Zhou and Professor Lin, who participated in making the sachets, were so shocked their jaws almost dropped: "What? Five hundred US dollars each? We just casually made some herbal sachets, and they're selling for such a high price?"

Old Zhou slapped his thigh excitedly: "It should be this expensive! We're saving their lives! Their lives are precious. They usually spend so much on a painting, but these life-saving things can't be cheap! Stand up for yourselves, don't look so spineless!"

Deputy Commander Zhao nodded in agreement: "Indeed, this was prepared by Su girl herself. With such miraculous effects, it's worth the price."

Su Wanqing nodded: "Five hundred dollars each, we can sell them. We've made quite a few, give one to each of them. Secretary Zhou, keep track of the quantity, and once Mr. Victor pays, we'll donate them all to the country!"

She stole an entire mine! The molybdenum, rhenium, selenium, and equipment she made today alone are worth hundreds of millions of dollars. What's a little money for sachets? Su Wanqing didn't care at all, hahaha!

"Good, good, good! The organization will remember you!" Deputy Commander Zhao felt that Su was simply a god of wealth descended to earth.

So they immediately distributed sachets. Sure enough, with these sachets, the sand flies seemed to smell something extremely disgusting, almost to the point of vomiting, and immediately flew far away, never daring to come near again.

"Alright, keep digging!" Crawford, the leader, immediately waved his hand, ordering the miners to continue working. As for the seven or eight miners who had been bitten badly, they were dragged aside to lie down, to be taken to the hospital the next day.

Little Arend asked, "Oh, you've injured so many people here, aren't you going to show them? Do you want to buy some medicine? You can give us a discount on this medicine."

Now he's seizing every opportunity to sell to them at a high price. The money isn't actually that much, but he feels great selling such a small thing for a high price, especially seeing the other party's embarrassed expression.

Victor shrugged: "You charge $100,000 per treatment, that's too expensive. It would be alright if it were free."

Old Zhou hesitated for a moment, and was about to go and take a look when Su Wanqing pulled him over and shook her head: "If their people don't care, we shouldn't either." Actually, there are at least several hundred merit points over there, but we must not be soft-hearted at this time.

Seeing that there was no further movement from China, Victor shrugged – so be it. The remaining miners could still dig soil and still had value, so they were willing to pay five hundred dollars for the sachets.

Those bitten so badly were no longer of any value; they wouldn't spend a penny on their treatment. They didn't complain or say anything, just lay in the corner waiting to die.

Old Zhou finally sighed.

As night deepened, everyone fell asleep.

Old Zhou and Old Lin, those two old folks, were sneaking out with the medicine, ready to treat the dying miners, when Su Wanqing clapped her hands and called it a day.

Seeing the two elders approach, she smiled—the Chinese people still possess an innate kindness. She said, "Go back now, Mr. Zhou, Teacher Lin, I've already taken care of it. It's nothing serious, I'll be bouncing around again tomorrow."

Teacher Lin: "Okay, okay, I knew you were a kind girl, Su."

Su Wanqing: "With so many people there during the day, free medical treatment isn't allowed." If it were truly free, it would make the other party look down on China and come looking for them all the time.