"So much?" Aunt Lan Hua exclaimed in surprise upon hearing two taels of silver.
She hadn't expected that treating the little girl would cost two taels of silver. Two taels of silver is not a small amount.
Yang Xiaocui, who was lying on the bed, was also shocked. She didn't expect a medical treatment to be so expensive.
"Well, who's going to pay? I need to hurry back," the old doctor asked, but he only looked at Aunt Lan Hua. He could tell she was the mother of the sick little girl. When the girl falls ill, naturally it's the mother who pays.
At this time, Yang Xiaocui's third sister-in-law, who had been silent, spoke up, "Doctor, what kind of medicine is this, so expensive? You might be a swindler, saying my little sister-in-law is sick just to trick us out of silver. I suggest you save it. People like us are poorer than church mice, we can't afford that silver."
