Chapter 812: Chapter 812: It’s More Important to Save Your Life Chapter 812: Chapter 812: It’s More Important to Save Your Life Everyone was stunned upon hearing Zhang San say this.

Zhang San contracted syphilis at Qinger Building, which surely meant that one of the girls there was infected.

In the Capital, most of the patrons at brothels are wealthy young lords. Although they love beauties, they love their own lives even more.

Instantly, the leg they had just stepped forward with retracted, and although the romantic atmosphere was enticing, nothing was worth risking their lives over.

Indeed, having syphilis was akin to a death sentence, especially with the underdeveloped state of medical science at the time.

Zhang San, blocking the doorway, tearfully recounted his misfortune, just at the peak hour when Qinger Building had the most customers.

The customers, who were about to enter for pleasure, heard this explosive news. They were extremely horrified and stopped in their tracks.

The thugs guarding the door tried several times to drive Zhang San away without success. Seeing the crowd at the door growing and becoming unmanageable, they quickly ran to report to Nanny Sun.

Upon hearing the news, Nanny Sun rushed out immediately. Qinger Building had just established a foothold in the Capital, and couldn’t afford any mishaps.

At the doorway, a large crowd formed a circle around Zhang San, who was in the middle, still crying and recounting his tragic experience.

Fellow young lords who also frequented the land of fireworks sympathized with him. Inspecting Zhang San, who wore a white-washed hemp garment indicating his poor financial status, they asked: “Brother, did you, perhaps, pick the cheapest and lowest-status girls to spend the night with?”

The brothel had a hierarchy of girls. The highest class were the Oiran, who could perform arts without selling their bodies, letting customers freely choose and even refuse clients when in a bad mood.

The middle-class girls were also top-notch in terms of look and skills. These girls typically entertained wealthy young lords. However, they were not as fortunate as the Oiran and had to entertain any client who chose them.

The lowest class of girls had mediocre looks and talents. In order to make some money, they had to accept all clients, including those from All Trades Place, and regardless of status, all were considered guests.

Don’t underestimate these lower-class girls; due to their cheap prices, many men who couldn’t afford a bride or who liked visiting brothels would specifically request them, and there were even queues at peak times.

Naturally, there are pros and cons, and most syphilis cases originated from these lower-class girls.

That’s why they had such suspicions.

Zhang San responded in a pitiful and sorrowful tone, “No, that’s not the case. I was with a middle-class girl, and it wasn’t cheap at all.”

Hearing this, the young lords were astonished and asked, “Which girl did you choose, brother?”

Zhang San paused for a moment, his eyes darting around as he resumed crying, “It was…”

Unable to bear it any longer, Nanny Sun thought, if this continued, Qinger Building would go under. How could she explain this to the Master!

As a result, Nanny Sun quickly made her way through the crowd and approached Zhang San: “Honorable sir, Qinger Building has only recently opened. We have no past grievances nor recent enmities. Please do not slander us.”

“Ah woo woo woo! Qinger Building has ruined me, yet you say I’m slandering. I don’t care; I must have an explanation today. If you don’t treat me, you must compensate with silver.”

Finally, he got to the main point.

Nanny Sun asked, “Then, how much silver do you think Qinger Building should compensate?”

“Ah woo woo woo, this is syphilis! Incurable! You weigh it yourself,” Zhang San said, sobbing with a grieving face and wiping his tears continuously.