"Hm?" Feng Jun sensed something was off and looked up. "Why is it two hundred million Mairui dollars?"
"I don't know either." Liu Yuting shook her head with a wry smile. "I repeatedly reminded him that the chance of recovery was only sixty percent. But once treatment failed, it would be one hundred percent—there was no such thing as forty percent. I told him to spend his money carefully..."
Mrs. Wang no longer cared much about small sums either. Although she did not have much money of her own, she managed the nursing center, with several hundred million passing through her hands every month. Naturally, her standards had risen.
Besides... what she wanted more was cultivation. She did not place much value on ordinary worldly money.
To put it bluntly, Wang Haifeng had a Storage Talisman. If he really wanted to make money, would that be difficult?
So, out of responsibility toward the patient, she repeatedly advised him that he did not need to waste money like this. They did not care about such a small amount anyway, so would it not be better for him to go home and quietly wait for death?
When she said this, Francisco was conscious and in terrible pain. He nearly choked—there was a sixty percent chance, yet she was urging him not to seek treatment?
However, he was truly too weak to flare up. Fernandez beside him helped smooth things over, and then he remembered how his nephew had repeatedly warned him not to lose his temper. So he stated decisively, "Two courses of treatment, right? Just two hundred million Mairui dollars—I'll pay!"
Liu Yuting knew Feng Jun only charged one hundred million Mairui dollars, but since the man was insisting on paying two hundred million, she felt she could not simply refuse