"Three years," Ye Mo smiled blandly and said.
"Then I'll choose to cure the symptoms but how much money do you need? We don't have any right now so we can only ask people to transfer it to you after you cure me, or you can come and get it with us," the old man was beginning to lose his new found hope. He was already sure that this doctor was a fraud. Because no one would believe that the disease he couldn't cure now could be cured three years later.
Ye Mo shook his head "I need the money paid now. I'm not interested in bank transfer or going to pick up the money with you.
