"Three months have passed, and this pitiful bit of business can barely tide me over," Wang Linchi grumbled, shifting his position as he lay down.
The business was sporadic, barely better than an empty house, with only three to five patients a day. Half of them were likely destitute, hoping to get a line of credit from him.
Of course, Wang Linchi wasn't going to extend any credit. He wasn't merciless; if someone was genuinely in a life-threatening situation and had no money, he would consider it. But why should he grant credit to someone for merely having a headache, a fever, or a minor injury, when these conditions weren't immediately fatal?
So, when the news spread that he allowed credit, there was a bump in visitors. However, the moment Wang Linchi specified his terms, people realized how strict they were and quickly vanished.
As a result, his business saw a brief uptick before sinking back into the doldrums.
