As soon as Joseph and the female physician were outside the house, the physician opened her mouth.
"Five hundred," she spoke, her voice stern and business-like.
She wasn't fazed by the strange weapons which had appeared from nowhere. No. Her focus was solely on money. After all, she wasn't the type to mince her words.
"Five hundred coins?" Joseph repeated after the physician. His eyes were wide and his face was pale.
He could feel his heart sinking, as the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Five hundred? It was too much. He didn't have that kind of money. It would take him years just to save up that much, and his family needed it right now.
"Yes," the physician confirmed, her gaze fixed on Joseph.
Joseph swallowed, his throat dry. He had never been good at negotiating, and the price was a lot more than he had anticipated.
