"Are you also here to treat Lord Guzman?"
Just as Yang Yan casually found a stool and sat down, a man in a white coat approached him and asked.
"I'm not sure for now. If the price the other party offers satisfies me, I don't mind helping him with the treatment."
Yang Yan said with a smile.
He spoke earnestly, and the man was visibly taken aback, then awkwardly smiled, unsure of what to say.
On the side, another person gave a disdainful smile and mocked Yang Yan:
"Ha! Aren't Eastern men supposed to be very reserved? Why are you so conceited?"
"Ha—Ha—"
Yang Yan sneered twice, ignoring the person's provocation.
Anyway, he's here to make money, he couldn't care less about other matters.
As Yang Yan mentioned earlier, if the master here offers a reasonable price, he will help cure the illness.
If the other party is stingy with their wealth, he will just turn and leave.
