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Chapter 312: You See, I Can Make Money Too

Chapter 312: Chapter 312: You See, I Can Make Money Too

He bit into one himself, then walked over to offer the other to Qing Yi.

Qing Yi wanted to refuse, feeling that it wasn’t quite appropriate to eat under the current circumstances, and it was someone else’s food, after all.

The drunkard knew he would refuse, so he bit into his own apple, then yanked Qing Yi’s hand and stuffed the apple into it.

"I implore the esteemed doctor to render aid, please." A fifty percent certainty had already surprised Uncle Ming greatly.

"I can try to save him, but I must make it clear beforehand, if I fail, you can’t blame me."

"Of course."

The drunkard nodded, took the medical kit from Qing Yi’s hand, and then pushed the half-eaten apple back into his hand: "Hold this for me."

The drunkard opened the medical kit and took out two medicine bottles.

He selected two different medicine pills and handed them to Bai Tang.

"Go pour a glass of water and get him to swallow these."

Bai Tang took them, hesitated while looking at the medicine pills in his hand, then glanced towards Uncle Ming.

Uncle Ming nodded, gesturing for him to do as the drunkard advised.

Although Bai Tang was not at ease, trusting this man was the only option left.

It was better than waiting to die.

Bai Tang poured water and tried to feed the pills to Elder Bai, but the comatose Elder Bai simply couldn’t swallow them.

Seeing this, the drunkard, who was still munching on the apple, stepped forward, pressed twice on Elder Bai’s neck, then skillfully and swiftly felt his throat.

The medicine glided down his throat.

This display of skill from the drunkard impressed Bai Tang and increased Uncle Ming’s hope even more.

"Alright, I’ll go back to prepare. I should be here by the afternoon..." The drunkard seriously pondered for a while, as if calculating the time, and after a full two minutes, he said, "I’ll come over at two-thirty in the afternoon."

"Good, I’ll send someone to Wu Garden to pick you up then."

"No need, I won’t be at Wu Garden, I’ll come by myself in the afternoon."

The drunkard waved his hand and then said to Qing Yi, "Let’s go."

"Okay."

"Hey wait a minute." Seeing the drunkard was about to leave, Uncle Ming hurriedly called out to him.

"Is there something else?"

"The consultation and medical fees, I hope the esteemed doctor will name a price so I can transfer it to you." Once money was paid, others would be more dedicated in their work.

The drunkard had just suggested you pay what you see fit, anything reasonable would be acceptable.

But seeing Qing Yi standing beside him, the drunkard immediately changed his tune.

He took out the card Qing Yi had given him earlier, handed it to Uncle Ming, and said with a smile.

"Seven million, how does that figure sound?"

"Good." Uncle Ming agreed without hesitation.

After receiving the card from his hand, he passed it to Bai Tang.

"Atang."

Bai Tang took the card, said nothing, and directly used his phone to transfer the amount from the card.

Let alone seven million, if he could cure Grandpa, they would give seven billion.

After transferring the money, Bai Tang gave the card back to the drunkard.

The drunkard took the card, lifted an eyebrow at Qing Yi who appeared a bit stunned, smiled, and felt a little proud inside.

It seemed to say: Look, I can make money too.

Qing Yi silently gave him a thumbs up, thinking indeed, he made money faster.

"Everything is entrusted to the esteemed doctor then, Wei someone thanks you in advance." Uncle Ming expressed his thanks solemnly.

Actually, calling someone an esteemed doctor felt quite awkward, especially for the drunkard at his age, and it sounded even stranger, but he didn’t know the man’s real name, and calling him drunkard was even less appropriate.

"It’s too early for thanks, it’s not certain yet whether he can be saved."

"No matter the outcome, this gratitude is due."

"Alright, but if I really can’t save him, you won’t ask for the consultation fee back, will you?"