"Nine yuan eight?" Both Luo Yuanwai and Luo Ziyen were stunned, looking at Tangyu with a strange expression.
What can nine yuan eight get you? It's just the cost of a breakfast.
Such high medical skills and such a fee, naturally, it's an astonishing matter.
Tangyu smirked and said, "Small profits, quick sales. There's no other way; it's my first time doing this. If I don't make some big splash, who would let me treat them? It's just for today. In the future, I can't sell my skills so cheaply. Once you make a splash at the square, everything becomes easier."
