One word brought Dr. Jiang immense joy.
An ancient medical prescription is priceless to the Jiang family, who have practiced medicine for generations, so Dr. Jiang's price is not low and can be considered very sincere.
However, Qin Ge had other ideas.
He proposed a collaboration with Huichuntang.
Because he was holding more than one prescription.
His enemy is the Jiang family.
He needs to establish a firm foothold in the capital, make the Jiang family wary, and ensure that even if Jiang Xibai's condition worsens in the future, Jiang Ting, Jiang Ye, and Lu Sinian will not dare to touch him!
Qin Ge originally planned to go into business. He could have done it on his own, it would just have taken more effort. But since there was a shortcut available, why not take it?
Doctor Jiang naturally wouldn't refuse. For a medical fanatic and heir of a prestigious family, a secret imperial formula for beauty, health, and longevity was simply too tempting!
After the cooperation was agreed upon, Dr. Jiang left with his apprentice Xiao Si. Qin Ge revealed a confident smile, and even the way everyone in Jiyuan looked at the young man changed.
The boy crashed into Master Huo's car and said he would heal Master Huo's leg as payment for the debt. Before, they all thought this was a boastful statement, but seeing how much Master Huo valued and indulged Qin Ge, they followed his lead and respected Qin Ge as well.
However, now that Dr. Jiang has visited Jiyuan and shown Qin Ge such courtesy, the way they look at Qin Ge has changed completely.
—Even Dr. Jiang from Huichuntang came to visit in person. Does Young Master Qin really know medicine?
—So... there's really hope for Master Huo's leg?
Huo Beiyuan's subordinates were all very happy, looking at Qin Ge as if she were a precious treasure, filled with joy, care and respect.
Huo Beiyuan, however, focused on another issue: "Is the child really short of money?"
Qin Ge shrugged. He didn't think there was anything shameful about being short of money, so he nodded frankly and admitted, "I am indeed quite short of money."
The Jiang family didn't treat the original owner well. Apart from the very little paternal and maternal love shown to him when he was first found and the material compensation they offered to make up for their guilt and indebtedness, his treatment in the Jiang family was far inferior to that of Jiang Xibai, the fake young master of a wealthy family.
They were even blackmailed because of school violence.
The original owner would not have actively asked Jiang's parents for it.
So my wallet was never full.
Otherwise, how could a rich second-generation heir from Beijing, a young master from a wealthy family, have fallen so low as to be unable to pay even two million yuan in compensation for hitting someone's car, and ultimately have to pay off his debts with his own body?
It's heartbreaking to even think about it.
Moreover, now that he wants to break away from the Jiang family and confront them, he can't do it without money and power.
It's okay if he's short of money; he'll earn it himself.
There's a saying that goes something like this—
He won't fawn over the wealthy, because in the near future, he himself will be a wealthy family.
The boy's candid admission of his lack of money resembled that of a noble prince elegantly sipping red wine, showing no sign of destitution.
His eyes slowly slanted upwards, his amber pupils fixed on Huo Beiyuan. The cold expression on his fair and delicate face faded, like ice melting away, and he said half-jokingly, "What, do you expect me to give you money if I say I'm short of cash, Uncle Huo?"
"Why not?" Huo Beiyuan finished speaking, and his assistant Chen Chi respectfully handed over a black card with both hands, "Young Master Qin."
A black card, or one with no credit limit.
Qin Ge was taken aback.
He didn't answer.
Her gaze shifted to the man, a hint of doubt in her eyes.
It seems like they're asking what they'd do with the black card.
Huo Beiyuan, a cigarette dangling from his lips, always carried a strong smell of tobacco. He slowly exhaled a smoke ring, his strikingly handsome face blurred behind the smoke, his dark, deep eyes fixed on the young man. "Take it."
Qin Ge felt a slight tremor in his heart as the man stared at him. He said, "Uncle Huo, I've said I'll sell my art, not my body."
The man's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he chuckled softly, saying, "Don't worry, it's not a fee for keeping you. It's purely a payment."
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