Song Tantan looked at Lian Qin with disgust as he drooled and his mouth and eyes were crooked. However, upon closer inspection, she found that his features were actually quite regular. If he hadn't been tortured like this, he would have been considered handsome. No wonder Zhang Qingling was interested in him.
Unfortunately, Lian Qin has been tortured to the point of being almost unrecognizable. He may not even know how to eat anymore, and people have to force-feed him food. He can only swallow a small amount. After more than twenty days of poisoning, he has become extremely thin and his skin is a sickly white with a bluish tinge, which is quite terrifying.
Ye Moxun took his pulse, then looked at his eyes, and examined his whole body. After the examination, he wiped his hands with a handkerchief.
Master Lian: "..." This Taoist priest even carries a handkerchief with him?
Song Tantan: My persona has collapsed, honey.
"Taoist Master, how is it? Can my son still be cured?" Master Lian asked, his question both tentative and hopeful.
"Of course, how could I, a Daoist priest, fail to cure a patient? But what about the consultation fee?" Ye Moxun maintained his unfathomable and arrogant demeanor, but his words reeked of money, which was completely out of character.
They said they were destined to help his son through this ordeal, but they've already started extorting money before even beginning treatment?
"Alright, the Lian family can afford it. As long as the person can be cured, everything else is negotiable. Daoist, please rest assured, as long as you can cure Qin'er, gold and silver are not a problem."
"One thousand taels of silver, not a tael less, no discussion." Ye Moxun quoted a price directly.
Master Lian: You'd better be able to cure my son, or I'll send you to meet the King of Hell right now.
He smiled and said, "No problem, as long as my son can be cured, a thousand taels is fine."
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