Mr. Han seemed a little surprised by Feng Jun's intense reaction. "You... Mud Country people have money, and medicine knows no borders."
Feng Jun rolled his eyes at him helplessly. "I have money too. Whether I treat him depends on my mood. You waited until Elder Sister Lou left before bringing this up... you were considering that as well, weren't you?"
Mr. Han was closer to Elder Sister Lou. After all, he had paid for her treatment, and they had more frequent contact. He knew very well how deeply she hated Mud Country people, and worried Feng Jun might be influenced by her. He had indeed deliberately postponed mentioning this matter.
In fact, several people in Dragon City needed treatment, and they had all sought information through him. Naturally, he understood the importance of monopolizing resources and had not spread news of Feng Jun.
Among those patients awaiting treatment, the one he cared about most—and Commissioner Lou cared about most—was the patient from Mud Country. That man had come to Xia Nation to try his luck.
He had not come blindly. He had sought out someone who practiced Ancient Medicine, though the other party had not claimed they could cure him for certain—even swindlers would not dare deceive an international friend. Ordinary domestic citizens, on the other hand, could be cheated freely.
The international friend had held on for a long time without being cured and was considering whether to return home. Then he suddenly heard that someone might be able to treat ALS, so he asked someone to inquire.
Seeing that Feng Jun had guessed his intentions, Mr. Han had no desire to deny it. He merely spoke with a bitter expression. "Master Feng, Commissioner Lou's meaning is that this Mud Country man's identity is very..."
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