Li Fuyou sighed, a trace of reluctance in his voice, "Lin Chen, do you have a way?"
Lin Chen smiled, "Curing the illness isn't difficult, but you have to pay the consultation fee!"
"Consultation fee?" Hearing Lin Chen mention a consultation fee, Tian Wei almost passed out from anger.
"You clearly poisoned me, and you have the nerve to ask for a consultation fee?"
However, Tian Wei just wanted to rid himself of this agonizing condition, so he pleaded desperately, "Fine, as long as you cure me of the poison, I am willing to pay."
Lin Chen shook his head, "You've got it wrong. What you have is an illness, not poison. I have never poisoned you, so it's only right that I charge a consultation fee for treating you—after all, this isn't a charity."
Hearing Lin Chen's words, Tian Wei was stunned. Why did those words sound so familiar? It was as if he had said them himself today.
