From a Wastrel to a Medical Sage: A Cultivation Story novel Chapter 7

What nonsense are you talking about Scram!

...

Sure enough. It was not that easy to make money.

Fixing his eyes on Davies' round face, Jaron suddenly smiled.

He wanted Jaron to work for free

Okay.

It worked as long as he had that luck.

In an instant, killing intent gathered in Jaron's eyes. All his cultivation was vain if he didn't teach this fatty a lesson.

Davies, is it that you have promised this young man something

The moment Jaron changed his mind, a chill came to Wendell though everyone else felt nothing.

He instinctively felt that Jaron was quite something!

As he regained his consciousness, he had roughly guessed what had happened during his coma.

Mr. Wendell, he is Jaron, a famous playboy in North River City. He said he could save you.... But he knows nothing about medical skills. I knew him well! He now is poor and always swindles....

And you still let him to treat me

I....

Davies gulped nervously.

He was so careless that he had spilled the beans!

Just as Davies was thinking how to explain, Wendell shot him a fierce glare, Isn't my life worth 100 thousand

No, Mr. Wendell, I didn't mean....

Add 100 thousand! You pay him!

Meeting Wendell's angry gaze mixed with a hint of resentment, Davies felt his heart wrenched.

He knew there would be follow-up of this!

Was he going to remove ill fortune with money, or just fall out with Wendell

Davies' face twitched as he thought of this. Reluctant, he surrendered, Should I scan your QR code or transfer the money to your bank account

Jaron took out his phone and smiled at Davies, QR code. It's easier this way.

Davies reluctantly scanned the code, and then he heard a pleasant voice coming from Jaron's phone.

200 thousand has been deposited into your account.

Davies, go find me if there is anything like this.