Lin Meng was speechless. This guy was indeed so vulgar, talking about money right off the bat.
He hadn't even started the treatment yet, and he was already asking if the money was ready. Only someone like Ye Qingfeng in this world could do something like this.
Although Lin Meng despised Ye Qingfeng in her heart, she dared not say it out loud. After all, her grandfather's illness depended entirely on Ye Qingfeng.
If he could cure Lin Beishan, what's ten million, or even twenty-five or fifty million?
She only despised Ye Qingfeng's greed. Listening to how her grandfather praised the martial artists as incredible, how come this guy had none of the demeanor of a master?
Ye Qingfeng didn't want to waste time either. He directly took out a bottle of Small Essence Building Pills and said, "Take it."
Lin Beishan was stunned. Before he could react, he received the medicine bottle.
"And then?" Lin Meng looked at Ye Qingfeng.
