Chapter 117 — The Titan of Chinese Medicine [Begging for Monthly Tickets—They're Catching Up Behind Us, Everyone! Old Fish Summons the Monthly Tickets Once More; Only With Tickets Is There the Momentum for a Sustained Outburst]
The Blossom Guardian · Page 3 of 3
"What do you mean by that?" Before the middle-aged man could speak, the middle-aged woman at his side blew up. Pointing at Guan Xuewen, she shouted, "Do you have any idea who my father is? People line up in Yanjing for the chance to treat him and never get it. Our asking you is doing you an honor—who do you think you are? Nothing but an old Chinese medicine doctor, is that it? Fine—double the fee. Are you coming or not?"