Master Lin was stunned. He was not in any way affiliated with Jin Wanliang; in fact, Jin Wanliang still owed him money for escort services. Why would he bear the responsibility for the doctor's fees?
He cleared his throat twice and said to Jin Jing, "Miss Jin, what about the medical fees?"
Jin Jing cast a displeased glance at Bai Ruozhu, "My father hasn't even regained consciousness, who knows if her treatment was genuinely effective? Aren't doctors supposed to be compassionate and kind-hearted? Why are you only concerned about money?"
"It's the Bodhisattvas who are kind-hearted, I'm just a mortal. It's only right and proper for me to charge for my medical services; if you can't afford it, then stop complaining," Bai Ruozhu retorted, her temper flaring. This missy must have a screw loose, always acting as if everyone owes her something, as if not serving her is an unpardonable sin. She had just threatened her a moment ago; she was practically asking for a beating.
