Chapter Four Hundred Seventy-Five: Collecting Rent

Du Ting was now in a state of near-panic, unable to contemplate the underlying meaning in Sun Jinfang's words. All he wanted to know was how the young men were doing. His temper, honed by years of high position, flared up as he commanded angrily, "Stop wasting time! Just check their current conditions. The Tang Clan won't shortchange you on the consultation fee!"

Repeating the same thing multiple times can give it a different meaning. Sun Jinfang's good intentions were twisted by Du Ting's words into greed. Even a clay figure feels anger, let alone a doctor hailed as the 'Saintly Hand of Medicine'.

Although he wasn't furious, the sense of concern drained away from him. Sun Jinfang ceased speaking, directly activating his nerve-visualizing power. His eyes instantly turned silver, and the otherwise vibrantly colored world was left in black and white.