At that point, Ye Lingchen shone in everyone's eyes, because what he carried was the fate of countless people—it was not only those in the present but those in the future and all around the world!
He stepped forward slowly and everyone's eyes looked at him with piety and respect.
"Miracle Doctor Y, I'm willing to pay fifty million, and I only ask that you cure my rheumatism."
"Miracle Doctor Y, I'll give one hundred million, and I only ask for you to wake my husband up again."
"Miracle Doctor Y, name your price! I won't haggle with you!"
Those wealthy people stepped forward slowly and stared at Ye Lingchen with a glowing gaze.
Ye Lingchen halted his footsteps and swept his gaze across them. Then, he said curtly, "Will you die if your disease isn't cured immediately?"
Those rich guys were taken aback for a moment before slowly shaking their heads.
"Then get out!"
