Inside the examination room, Chen Yu finished his hands-on examination.
"Money." Seeing Chen Yu stand still, Raul came to a sudden realization and hurriedly handed over a wad of cash.
It was a thick stack, all in hundred-dollar bills, which were a rare sight. It was exactly ten thousand.
But Chen Yu didn't take it. Instead, he asked, "Do you want him to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, or do you want him to stand up and walk on his own again?"
Raul was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
Chen Yu sat down and pointed at the young man groaning nonstop. "If you want him to stand and walk on his own again, this isn't enough money. Of course, if you can accept him being in a wheelchair, then this amount should cover it."
'Patella fixation, ligament, meniscus, and tendon repair... for ten thousand US dollars? That wouldn't even cover the cost of the materials.'
Before Raul could answer, the young man on the bed grabbed him and said something urgently in Spanish.
