Care About the Ninth Prince?

"It's up to you whether you want to stay or not. If you stayed here, the clinic was responsible for your food, clothing, accommodation, transportation, and even for your recovery. Do you think I opened this clinic to run at a loss?" Su Yingxue coldly admonished.

She didn't believe Wu Ruofei could produce ten thousand taels to stay in her ward!

However, Wu Ruofei, going against her usual demeanor, insisted, "Ten thousand taels it is! I'll have Feng He return to the residence to fetch the money. You... Please arrange a room for me first. I want a single room, the best available!"

Su Yingxue raised an eyebrow, stating, "For the best single room, it's twenty thousand taels."

"Su Yingxue, you're raising the price on the spot!" Wu Ruofei gritted her teeth in frustration. Twenty thousand taels! Her father's annual salary wasn't even close to that!

Su Yingxue's expression remained icy. She reiterated, "Do you want to stay or not?"