The Gang Leader looked at Long Aotian. "Can you treat it?"
Long Aotian smiled disdainfully. He thought he looked incredibly handsome and badass, but with his face bruised and swollen, he looked anything but.
The Gang Leader stared at Long Aotian. "Fine! If you can cure me, we'll forget about that porcelain vase. I'll even reward you handsomely!"
"How handsome?"
The Gang Leader froze. "How about a ten-thousand-yuan red envelope?"
Long Aotian gave a contemptuous smile. "A proper dentist charges more than that just to put in a single tooth these days."
"Then how much do you want?"
Long Aotian raised a hand and held out five fingers.
"Fifty thousand!?"
The Gang Leader flew into a rage. "Have you never seen money before?"
Long Aotian said, "Five hundred thousand!"
"Five hundred thousand!?" Zhao Ritian leaped up beside them. "You're taking advantage of a crisis, you bastard! Don't give it to him!"
Zhao Ritian stood beside the Gang Leader, facing off against Long Aotian. "Don't give him anything! Not a cent! We'll tough it out! What's there to be afraid of about pain? Even if it kills you, don't give him a single penny!"
The Gang Leader looked at Zhao Ritian. "Get lost, get lost! Go stand downstairs!"
Then he turned to Long Aotian. "Five hundred thousand? You've got some nerve!"
"Forget it if you don't want treatment."
Long Aotian turned to leave.
"Wait!"
The Gang Leader was truly in pain. Half his head hurt along with the tooth, his mind buzzed incessantly, and the agony had left him somewhat dazed.
"Fine! Five hundred thousand... five hundred thousand it is..."
Zhao Ritian jumped in again. "You fell for that? Five hundred thousand for a tooth treatment? Don't give it to him! Can't you just endure it?"
The Gang Leader roared, "Fuck