"Today, we're using a new treatment plan. This plan—well, it's pretty good. The process is simple, and the medication is fairly conservative. Oh, right, the treatment plan is free, but you'll still need to pay for the medicine. The hospital belongs to the Plague Star Lord's system, but the medicine belongs to the Joy Star Lord's system."
"Could we delay the payment for the medicine?" the child's father asked cautiously. "I just sold blood today. I might not be able to pay until tomorrow."
"Have you taken out a loan?"
"Yes."
"What about your organs?"
"I've sold half of them."
"I have a job as a drug trial participant. Why don't you—"
"I've tried it. My immune system has been ravaged by the drugs, and now I can only sell blood. If it really comes down to it, tell me which neighborhood you like. I'll go jump off a building, turn into an evil ghost, haunt the place, and help drive down the property prices."
"Um—fine. Pay tomorrow, then."
Looking at the pleading gaze before him, Xiao Weixian truly could not bear to refuse.
If his pockets had not been so empty, he would have waived the charge for them.
Unfortunately, this was Blessing. He could not waive it.
If he waived it today, a minute later, the temple attendant of the Joy Star Lord would come knocking, grab him warmly, and ask, "Mr. Xiao, we just saw that you waived the medicine fee. Are you looking down on the Joy Star Lord? It's already law that medicine fees cannot be waived. Waiving them is immoral. If you dare waive medicine fees today, will you be riding on the Joy Star Lord's head and throwing your weight around tomorrow? Mr. Xiao, don't think that just because you're the president, we