Isn't This Blackmail?

"Don't rush, Young Master Byakuya. Your father is a patient, after all. Are you sure you want to find a chef rather than a physician to save him?"

Fengjin gently raised a hand to stop the impulsive Byakuya. "I know you're desperate to save your father, but whether I'm willing to do it is one matter; whether I can cure him is another. You need to be prepared for that."

The light in Byakuya's eyes dimmed in an instant. He replied in a low voice:

"I understand everything you're saying. The Pharmaceutical Institute has already determined that his condition is no longer worth treating, so I came to you only in the hope of a miracle.

"As for the worst-case scenario, I'm fully prepared for it..."