"If you can cure my grandfather's illness, 40 million yuan is nothing. But what if you can't?"
The young man raised his chin and stared at Ye Xiaofei.
Ye Xiaofei's tone remained as calm as before as he said, "Then what do you want?"
The young man glared and said, "If you can't cure it, then say it yourself - you Chinese medicine practitioners are liars."
"Don't spout nonsense!" Elder Qian berated.
"Since he dares to ask me for 40 million, then he must have the courage to take this risk."
"It does make sense when you put it that way." Ye Xiaofei nodded and said, "Although you insulted Chinese medicine, you didn't say anything insulting to me, but it's a bit of a good thing."
"Heh heh, do I need you to praise me?" The young man had a look of disdain on his face.
Ye Xiaofei stood up and said, "Mingyuan, get the needle."
"Yes, sir!" Sun Mingyuan responded eagerly and brought the silver needle to Ye Xiaofei.
