Light Injury
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
This was an utterly abnormal way of thinking.
"You're quite right," Wang Yao said with a smile. "If you give me enough money for this disease, I can take a look for you."
"Look at this, look at this! You've admitted it yourself, revealing your cunning fox tail. Isn't money your goal in the end?" The man's face lit up with a happy smile. His face had an expression that said he knew this would happen.
"How much do you want? Tell me your price."
"$1 billion," Wang Yao calmly said.
"How much?" The man was stupefied. He thought something was wrong with his ears and had heard incorrectly.
"$1 billion," Wang Yao repeated.
"Wait a minute. Have you gone mad thinking about money?" the man replied. "What kind of treatment requires one to spend so much money? Do you know that amount is enough to build a hospital?"
"Aren't you rich?"
"I am indeed rich, but I'm not a fool," the man said. "How about $10,000 to treat my illness."