Zhang Yang curled his lips: "Tch, I've already said that doctors are parents. But since you said so, you will definitely not be happy if I don't accept the consultation fee. This amount!"

He said, holding out a finger.

"Okay, deal!"

"I didn't even say how much it would cost, but you agreed. Aren't you afraid that I, the lion, would say something?"

"Isn't ten thousand yuan enough? If it's more, I'll ask for it from the housekeeper."

"Ten... ten thousand?!" Zhang Yang was sure that he heard correctly. Originally, he wanted a hundred.

When the master diagnoses and treats patients in villages near Danxia Mountain, he often only needs a few eggs, a piece of bacon, or a meal.

In many cases, not only did they not take any money, but they also had to pay for some painstakingly prepared elixirs, without even a sip of water.

The villagers were very grateful for his kindness and called him a living god.

"That's right, it's a bit small. But I only have 12,000 in my card. You wait for me for two days, and I will get you 100,000."

"Forget it, our classmates will give you ten thousand for each session. We will bring a set of acupuncture equipment here tonight, including silver needles and mugwort. How much these things cost will be deducted from the consultation fee."

"Nothing else?" Wang Yang said incredulously.

"Then what else do you think you need? These things are already troublesome enough." Zhang Yang looked impatient, but he was so happy in his heart. Not to mention ten thousand, even one thousand would make him laugh to death.

The total net worth is less than 800 yuan, but now I can earn more than ten times at once. At least this semester I no longer have to worry about food, so I am naturally very happy.

"Okay, I'll come find you at eight o'clock in the evening!"

"I'm just waiting for you."

"Then I'll take the first step!" Wang Yang said as he ran out of the classroom.

As soon as Wang Yang left, another girl with short hair came up to her and asked weakly: "Well, is there any solution for dysmenorrhea?"

"Are you asking for a friend?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"How do you know?" the short-haired girl asked in surprise.

"How can I have dysmenorrhea if I don't have menstruation?"

"You can see that." The short-haired girl was shocked and asked with a red face.

"It's a pity, it's a pity." Zhang Yang said with a sigh, "Every part of the human body has a reason for its existence. It is better to preserve it as much as possible."

"But if ovarian cancer is not removed, it will be life-threatening." The short-haired girl bit her lip and said.

"Who said ovarian cancer has to be removed*?" Zhang Yang asked rhetorically.

"No, this can also be cured?" The short-haired girl opened her eyes wide and looked at Zhang Yang in disbelief.

Not only her, but also the people around her started talking about it.

"That's right, I've never heard that ovarian cancer can be cured."

"Maybe someone else can do it! You haven't seen how powerful Zhang Yang is!"

"It seems that this time our three-nation exchange competition is expected to turn around!"

"We've come to the right place today! What's that saying? The masters are among the people!"

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"It's a pity that we met him too late, otherwise..." Zhang Yang said, sighing heavily again.
Chapter completed!