Supreme Warrior in the City

Before Number Three could speak, Su Yang cut straight in, "You shouldn’t be barking orders at Number Three. I am the doctor; only I can decide whether to treat or not. Number Three is only responsible for arranging our meeting. For the rest, don’t we have to discuss it? As a promising scion of the Yang Family, can’t you even negotiate such a matter without putting pressure on Number Three? Is this the heir to the Yang Family?"

Yang Weihua’s eyebrows furrowed, and he glared fiercely at Su Yang, "You want me to negotiate in person? Humph, when it comes down to it, isn’t it just about money? Fine, after all, you people from Huaxia Country are all about diving into money, so just quote a price. As long as you name it, my Yang Family can afford it!"

"Oh, is that so?" Su Yang chuckled, "You know, I actually do want to make some money. Since Young Master Yang has put it that way, I won’t be polite!"

A flicker of disdain passed through Yang Weihua’s eyes. He had seen this scenario often. These so-called miracle doctors, when all is said and done, were just after the money. Usually, others would be more subtle about it, but Su Yang’s blunt approach was rare to see and intensified Yang Weihua’s contempt for him.

After pondering for a moment, Su Yang said, "Alright then, three hundred billion, and I’ll cure him!"

"What!?" Yang Weihua nearly jumped out of his skin, and Number Three was also stunned. How could Su Yang just blurt out such a huge number?

Number Three actually knew Su Yang quite well. Su Yang had a really kind heart, and sometimes he would treat and save patients without taking a penny. What was going on this time for him to start off with such a colossal sum?

Although the Yang Family was very wealthy, selling the entire Yang Family wouldn’t even amass that much money!

"Three hundred billion!" Su Yang said with a smile, "What’s wrong, can’t afford the consultation fee?"