Mo'en kept silent, her attention fixed on the despicable man.
Ever since he walked in, there seemed to be a new light in his eyes; he had changed, and significantly so!
"Wow… uh uh… wow…"
"There, there, don't cry, my little Yi is the bravest!"
"Alright, back to three times a day, and you should recover in three days!"
"Thank you, Mr. Li!"
"..."
As the woman took her medicine to the front desk to pay, Mo'en almost doubted her ears. A little over thirty dollars?
What kind of joke was this?
If this were a hospital, that wouldn't even cover one IV infusion. She hastily nudged the despicable man with curiosity: "Could this really work?"
Qin Chuan smiled without saying a word, but stepped forward and said, "Mr. Li, that just now was no common cold. You're only charging thirty-six yuan; do you even know how to do business?"
To say it without exaggeration, given that child's symptoms, without a thousand or eight hundred yuan at the hospital, there's no way he would get better.