"What price?" Mr. Xu was a little tempted. He was a doctor himself. He knew his own disease, but he could not cure it. As Jacob had said, he could only live for at most three or five years.
Three or five years later, even an immortal could not stop his lung disease. At that time, his life would come to an end. However, Jacob gave him some hope. He felt that if Jacob could save his life, it would be a good thing.
"I'll save your life if you work for me. Of course, I won't treat you shabbily," Jacob said with a smile.
"Haha, you fool." Mr. Xu sneered and said, "Do you know what I am called in the real world? Although my medical skills are not at the level of a leading figure in the traditional Chinese medicine circle, I'm definitely not something that a nobody like you can drive away."