"How is it, Divine Doctor Xuanqing, can you cure it?" An Zihao asked anxiously when he saw Han Yichen staring at him for a while but just drinking tea without saying anything.
"Well..."
Han Yichen picked up the teacup in his hand, narrowed his eyes, took two sips, and said leisurely, "The Fengjing in Dongyang Lake is really good..."
"I'll have the waiter pack a pound, no, ten pounds, for Divine Doctor Xuanqing to take back. So, Divine Doctor Xuanqing, is there any hope for my hair and face?" An Zihao asked again.
"It's not that I can't, it's just..." Han Yichen seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"Just what?" Upon hearing that it could be cured, An Zihao excitedly stepped forward and grabbed Han Yichen's wrist.
"But the medicine is not cheap..."
Han Yichen glanced at An Zihao calmly, as if wondering if he could afford the high medical bills.
"Money isn't the problem, but Dr. Xuanqing, how much money would it cost to cure everything?" An Zihao asked anxiously.
"You have progeria, and you need to use extremely precious natural treasures to strengthen your body and replenish your vital energy. Only then can your gray hair turn black again, your beauty be restored, and you become radiant again. I'm afraid it will cost at least this much." Han Yichen raised his right index finger towards An Zihao.
"One thousand taels? Or ten thousand taels? Divine Doctor Xuanqing, don't worry about this. As long as you can cure this... my senility disease, you will definitely not be short of medical fees and medicine." An Zihao felt relieved. This price was less than he expected, so he expressed his opinion immediately.
"No……"
Han Yichen shook his head slightly and sighed softly: "It's 10 million taels of silver!"
"Ten million taels? Why don't you just go and rob?" An Ning turned around and said unhappily after hearing that.
"Yes, Divine Doctor Xuanqing, ten million taels, this..." An Zihao looked embarrassed.
Even if he took out all his savings and sold more than ten dowry shops, he could only scrape together one million taels. And that was only enough to pay one tenth, unless...
"My dear, youth is priceless, fleeting. Money can be earned again if lost. But what's the point of living a life of wealth and glory if you can only bear an increasingly aged face?"
Han Yichen stood up from his seat, gave An Zihao a meaningful look, then turned and left the private room.
Han Yichen had originally just wanted to play a trick on An Zihao, but to his surprise, An Zihao actually came to him the next day with the banknotes...
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