Fang Yue had only one tael of silver to his name and hadn't even collected his Vice-Captain benefits yet.
If he let that old miser take his pulse, he'd probably force Fang Yue to pay through the nose. He'd be left with nothing but his underwear.
Fang Yue hurriedly ducked behind Lord Han. Divine Doctor An chased after him, and Lord Han seized his hand as he passed.
"Divine Doctor An, enough fooling around. I'll cover Little Ye's expenses. For now, come into the village with us, and we'll discuss the details later."
Divine Doctor An's face lit up. "Excellent! I've always liked generous suckers like Lord Han... I mean, benefactors!"
What a thing to say...
Lord Han, however, remained completely unruffled, as if he didn't care.
The others couldn't help feeling uneasy, and their impression of Divine Doctor An soured a little.
Lin Ling didn't care for the money-grubbing Divine Doctor An either, but when he thought of Hua Wuye, he still came over despite his misgivings.
"Divine Doctor An, Little Ye is in perfectly good health. He's only got a minor issue, and with your skill, you could cure him in no time. But there's a captain in the village who urgently needs your treatment! Otherwise, he might not make it through the night!"
Lin Ling exaggerated the severity of Hua Wuye's injuries, but Divine Doctor An merely raised an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about? Ye Ye's consultation fee is so high... Ahem! I mean, Ye Ye's injuries from qi deviation are so severe. Why would I treat someone who's nearly dead before treating him? I won't! Unless you offer more than he does!"
For fuck's sake!
Lin Ling suddenly understood the urge Fang Yue had felt earlier to kill someone.
He glared at Divine Doctor An,