"Impossible," Zhu Danyan said, disbelief written all over her face. "Even an immortal wouldn't have such a miraculous ability."
"The illness is yours; whether you want it treated is your decision. I have no interest in treating you. I came here today to examine Su Man," Zhang Bin said.
"Cousin, just let him treat you! All your worries are for nothing. I'm telling you, while he might not be an immortal, he's not far from it. He once saved someone whose throat had been cut, and the wound healed instantly," Su Man whispered into Zhu Danyan's ear.
Zhu Danyan ultimately chose to believe Su Man. "I'm staking it all on this. Go ahead and treat me," she said, gritting her teeth.
"The treatment is very simple," Zhang Bin said. "However, the medical fee must be paid first."
"How much?" Zhu Danyan, a woman of considerable wealth, took out her phone, ready to make the transfer.
Zhang Bin held up one finger.
