Yue Rujing was seething with rage to the extreme as he said, "You're really jacking up the price on me."
"Oh, not at all, but you can't pressure me to sell you my precious medicine cheaply just because you're the Young Master, can you?"
"You..." There was a sense of powerlessness as if she had outmaneuvered him, "I only brought this purse with me, and I've given it all to you."
"No worries, I can understand the patient's difficulties," Gu Youyou said sympathetically.
That seemed fair enough, and Yue Rujing's expression improved slightly.
"So?"
"So, you can sign a debt note!" Gu Youyou struggled to hold back her laughter as she seriously suggested to him.
Yue Rujing lifted his arm and pointed at her for a long time, but couldn't utter a word.
Gu Youyou suddenly stood up, enlightened, and said to Banxia, "Banxia, bring some paper and ink. The Princely Heir is asking for a pen."
Finally, Yue Rujing spat out a mouthful of blood in anger, almost fainting on the spot.
