Seeing Zhang Xian's confidence, Divine Doctor Qi seemed a bit surprised.
However, he wasn't worried. Ignoring the fact that Zhang Xian is just a young lad, even if he had some skills, it wouldn't be possible to heal a sprain in just one minute.
"You really want to bet with me?" The patient didn't believe it either, but seemed intrigued by the bet.
In his eyes, this was a foolproof gamble. While a sprain might not be a serious injury, it was impossible for it to heal in one minute.
"Of course, why else would I waste my breath talking to you?" Zhang Xian nodded, "However, you must have at least ten thousand on you, otherwise I'm not interested."
"I... I don't have that much money on me," the patient paused, contemptuous, "You aren't purposely doing this, assuming I don't have that much cash on me and wouldn't bet with you, are you?"
"So that's your plan. And here I thought you had some real skills!" Divine Doctor Qi laughed scornfully.