"If you think my fees are high, you're welcome to leave anytime and turn left at the door."
"But whether you can find another doctor who can treat this disease, well, that depends on your luck."
"Oh, I should remind you, you don't have much time. If you don't get treatment by this time tomorrow, you'd better start making arrangements for the end."
Zhao Tienan said slowly, each word like a steel blade, brutally cutting into Meng Han's not-so-strong heart.
"Please, Doctor Zhao, let's discuss this again, could you possibly lower the cost a bit for me since I really don't have that much money."
Meng Han said with difficulty, she was miserly too. Even when she's frightened to this extent, she's still reluctant to spend money.
"No way, I can't take a single penny less."
Zhao Tienan said decisively, leaving no room for negotiation.
In fact, Zhao Tienan had it all calculated.
He gave Xu Wenjing three thousand yuan to make a run for it; only two thousand was his actual medical fee.
