"If it doesn't work, I won't charge you," Qin Han confidently said. "But that situation doesn't exist."
The middle-aged man, with eyes sharp as torches, looked at Qin Han, "If you really cure my illness, I'll not only double the fee but also thank you additionally."
"In that case, take these medicines back with you and come back to pay only after you see the results in a month," Qin Han casually said.
The middle-aged man was somewhat surprised. Nowadays, many doctors would not make definite statements, and even if the illness wasn't cured later, they would come up with a whole bunch of reasons to stall the patient. Qin Han, however, was different; he allowed using the medication before charging.
In fact, what he didn't know was Qin Han's true thoughts. Qin Han had smelled a faint scent of medicinal herbs on him, a scent only those who deal with herbs for years would possess.
