According to the past situation, Wusong wanted to recover completely, and he would not think about it within two or three months.

Who knew that Lin Tian was so powerful that this small silver needle was so amazing in his hands. He only saw such medical skills in his life.

Moreover, Lin Tian was not shy about others. When he was putting the needle, he stared at him, which was indeed true.

Yang Qingshan had long forgotten the unhappiness he had just forgotten. Now he was full of admiration and exclaimed: "I finally understand why the Cao family asked you to treat you. You can afford to live in the presidential suite of Guolong Hotel at a young age. It's so strong!"

"My medical fee is not cheap, did you guess?" Lin Tian said, touching Wusong's pulse again.

Yang Qingshan suddenly felt that he was the cheapest. Why did he mention this? He didn't think he met Lin Tian too late. Seeing that he was like this, he would definitely be ruthless.

"If there are too many, I will join you with the monk." Yang Qingshan counted his wealth in his heart. If it wasn't enough, he would probably have to borrow it from a friend.

"Guess? I'm afraid I can't stand it. My asking price is not low. In fact, you shouldn't come to me for treatment. You may regret it later." Lin Tian said.

"How much does it cost?"

"Twenty million." Lin Tian said lightly, and then he didn't care what Yang Qingshan reacted.

He lowered his head and took off the silver needle, then slowly massaged him, clearing the remaining blood in his body.

A few minutes later, Lin Tian tapped several monk's acupoints hard.

"Cough cough!" Wusong suddenly sat up and coughed hard.

Lin Tian hurriedly supported him, patted his back, and gave him a breath of breath. He vomited thick black blood to the ground. Wusong blinked and subconsciously made a defensive posture, observing the surrounding environment, and only then did he feel relieved when he saw Yang Qingshan and Lin Tian.

"Where is this?" Wusong asked, pressing his temple.

Lin Tian wiped his hands and sat aside and said, "This is my room. Yang Qingshan knocked on the door with you and asked me to heal you. Your injury is healed now, can you feel it?"

After hearing this, Wusong immediately sat cross-legged with his legs, regulating his breathing and internal energy. Sure enough, he found that his whole body was comfortable and his internal energy was smooth, not as if he had been injured. He looked at Yang Qingshan, and Yang Qingshan nodded to him.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" He sincerely clasped Lin Tian and thanked him.

Lin Tian glanced at Yang Qingshan. He had been stunned since he heard Lin Tian say the amount of the medical fee, and his expression was still muddy now.

"I'm taking money to see a doctor, I don't have anything to thank you." He said to the monk.

"Ah, I want money?" The monk obviously didn't expect this.

Lin Tian smiled faintly and said, "Of course, I'm not a charity person. I have to make money, otherwise how can I afford to live in a presidential suite? I just told Yang Qingshan how much medical fees are required, so you can discuss it!"

The monk looked at Yang Qingshan and asked, "How much is it?"

Yang Qingshan smiled stiffly and said with an awkward smile: "Lin Tian, ​​brother Lin, we are destined to meet. Wusong is still a monk, so you should do good deeds and do good deeds..."

"I don't believe in Buddhism." Lin Tian interrupted him and said, "The medical fee cannot be reduced by a penny. If you don't give it or give it less, how can I charge for it in the future? So this precedent cannot be opened. If we were not destined to be a good person, I wouldn't have to take care of the disease easily. See how you give it money. If there is not enough cash, you can give shares, houses, and real estate."

Lin Tian said bluntly, there was no room for negotiation.

Wusong didn't think too much about it. He thought that he would give it money. At worst, he could borrow some from Yang Qingshan and return it to him after making money. It shouldn't cost much money to treat the disease. Even if Lin Tian is a miracle doctor, it can't be a sky-high price! He asked: "How much do you want? I'll see if the deposit is enough."

Yang Qingshan looked at Lin Tian hesitantly, pulled Wusong aside and said, "Your savings are not enough."

Wusong scratched his bald head and said, "I still have hundreds of thousands of deposits!"

“Too few.”

"This, isn't that much?"

"He wants 20 million."

"Two thousand yuan? That's so little, what are you kidding me just now! I'll transfer the money to you now!"

"Twenty million, ten thousand! Not two thousand! Silly monk!"

thump!

Monk Wusong tilted his body and fell to the ground. He looked at Yang Qingshan like a petrified person, then Lin Tian, ​​and stammered, "Two, twenty million?"

Lin Tian smiled and nodded: "Yes, my medical skills are worth so much money, you should understand!"

Wusong looked at Yang Qingshan and confirmed again: "Is it true or false?"

"Really." Yang Qingshan looked at him sympathetically.

Wusong lay on his back on the ground, spinning around the sky.

I'll see a doctor for 20 million yuan once!

He looked at Lin Tian and complained in his heart that this doctor is good at art, but he is too greedy for money.

"Doctor Lin, we don't have that much money now. If we don't pay in installments, we will give it to you when we make money in the future?" Yang Qingshan said in a negotiated tone.

In fact, Yang Qingshan was thinking of running away. Anyway, they had no other contact with Lin Tian. As long as they ran away now, they would not see each other again in the future. They would not give this money.

Wusong is very pitiful and sincere. He recites Amitabha silently and makes a good person live a peaceful life.

Lin Tian sneered and shook his head. He knew that the two of them were acting: "I am not allowed to pay on credit here. Do you pay for it? If you don't pay it, you won't leave!"

Yang Qingshan suddenly said with a dark face: "That's so much money, you don't have that much money to rob the bank! Where did you ask us to go to make it for 20 million for you?"

"That's your business." Lin Tian picked up the teacup and drank tea lightly.

"We have no money. Even if you force us to death, we don't have that much money!" Wu Song frowned and said. He spread his hands, 20 million yuan, and it is probably worth it if he sold Shaolin Temple.

But if the abbot knew about this, the abbot would only sell him.

Wusong was very nervous. Even if the temple paid back the money, he would never think of leaving the temple again in his life.

Yang Qingshan looked at Lin Tian with a serious expression.

"Haha, don't be so nervous! You don't have money and you can help me with it. I won't want this medical fee, how about it?" Lin Tianbing said, blinking at the two of them.

Yang Qingshan was happy first, and then angry, helping him do things? What to do and how long does it take? They can't be Lin Tian's subordinates for ten or eight years, right?

"What's your attitude? You owe me money now, okay? Don't you want to forget it, I'll go to Shaolin Temple to ask for it." Lin Tian looked up at the ceiling and said.

If time could go back, Wusong would rather recover from his injuries for half a year than accept Lin Tian's treatment, or simply stayed dizzy and could lose these 20 million.

Yang Qingshan took a deep breath and said, "Don't go too far. We have our own tasks. It is impossible to follow you all the time, nor can we always do things for you. After we finish our work in Xiangcheng, we will return to the mainland in two days. We can only pay you in two days, and it is not enough!"
Chapter completed!