After the water was brought in, Yang Yifeng didn't rush to treat the patient but instead turned around and said to Bi Qingtian and others, "I want to make it clear that I will charge a fee for this treatment."
Yang Yifeng was certainly no pushover. The last time he treated Old Bi, it was purely out of regard for Ye Zitong. This time, he definitely wouldn't treat Old Bi for free.
Upon hearing Yang Yifeng's words, no one in the sickroom showed any dissatisfaction. After all, charging for medical treatment was only natural; there was nothing inappropriate about it. Moreover, which one of them present wasn't immensely wealthy? They could all afford the fee.
As long as Yang Yifeng could cure Old Bi, let alone money, they would do whatever Yang Yifeng wished as much as possible.
"There's no problem with that, Mr. Yang. Name your price, and as long as you can cure my father's illness, no matter how much you ask for, our Bi family can afford it!"