Ti passes quickly.
The reason Yang Yan's clinic is basically not ant for ordinary people is that it was originally chosen to be in a very remote location.
Moreover, the small clinic is not very appealing and has no reputation, so there are almost no ordinary people coming for treatnt, saving quite a lot of trouble.
In the United States, being a private doctor is a very noble profession.
If you want to see a doctor, you generally need to make an appointnt.
As for the big hospitals, that's even more of a given.
Without a serious illness or ergency, they simply won't care about you.
Of course, those in the privileged class are exceptions.
These people all have their own private doctors, and Guzman is no different, and his is of the top tier.
However, his private doctor has no solution for his illness.
He even went to the best hospital in the entire United States, invited top specialists, yet still gained nothing.
Fortunately, it was at this ti that he t Yang Yan.
A doctor with magical thods.
Although Yang Yan hasn't cured his illness yet, after taking a few pills given by him, his condition has been well controlled.
This rekindled his hope.
It could be said that he has already placed his final bet on Yang Yan.
"Has Dr. Yang returned?"
Guzman asked his subordinate beside him.
"Yes, my lord, the people on our side reported that the doctor has already returned to the clinic."
The young man beside Guzman replied respectfully with a slight bow.
"How's the money he wants being prepared?"
Guzman imdiately asked again.
Upon hearing this, the young man couldn't help but frown.
At first, he didn't know that the amount the other party wanted would be so exorbitant.
Ten billion US Dollars!
This is not a small number.
In his view, perhaps thousands or millions would have sufficed for the old master's illness.
As for billions, he hadn't thought of it and didn't dare to think about it.
"It's ready, my lord, but ten billion US Dollars, isn't that person too greedy?"
The young man looked at the old man and asked cautiously.
"What, Pete, do you think my life isn't worth ten billion US Dollars?"
Guzman chuckled lightly and gently questioned back.
"Of course not, of course not!"
The young man quickly bowed and said:
"Honorable lord, your life is priceless!"
"I just think that person is too ruthless, daring to charge ten billion just to see a patient, and it's in US Dollars."
As he said this, he stopped abruptly.
Because he knew very well that the old man in front of him, who was already on death's door, had turned to Yang Yan as his last straw.
No matter what he said now, Guzman wouldn't listen.
The saying goes, older and wiser, and Guzman is such a shrewd old man!
He certainly saw through the young man's thoughts, waved his hand lightly, and sighed:
"When you're face to face with death one day, you'll realize that money can't really bring anything. It can't even extend your life!"
"Look at those so-called experts, they can't even find the cause of my illness, let alone cure it. They're all useless and inept!"
"Now, it's hard enough to find soone who can save , let alone ten billion, even if it were a hundred billion, I would give it to him."
After saying this, Guzman coughed lightly a couple of tis before catching his breath.
During this period, he had been taking pills obtained from Yang Yan.
Although these pills hadn't cured his illness, they did relieve him a lot.
Otherwise, he would probably have already been bedridden, struggling to breathe, let alone speaking so much in one breath right now.
"The money is ready and can be transferred to the other party's account at any ti."
The young man had given up at this point and spoke respectfully.
Guzman nodded in satisfaction and then said:
"Good that it's ready. Quickly notify Jessica and Quinn! Let them accompany today."
"As for you, go to the company right away. There is a wealthy businessman from xico coming over during this ti, make sure to treat him well on my behalf."
Hearing Guzman's words, the young man's eyes lit up.
He asked excitedly:
"Is that person coming over?"
In his opinion, accompanying Guzman to see a doctor was nowhere as practical as entertaining that big shot.
If he entertains the other party well, it would surely lay a solid foundation for his future career.
Guzman chuckled and nodded, couldn't help but remind:
"Yes! He's coming today, go and entertain him!"
"As for business matters, wait for to co back. Rember to be careful with your words, that person's temper isn't very good."
Today's weather was nice, the sun was shining, and the temperature was pleasant.
Yang Yan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, sohow fell into a deep sleep in front of the clinic's counter, enjoying a very sound nap.
For so reason, Yang Yan enjoyed this kind of sleeping more than sleeping on the bed.
Although he admitted it's not comfortable, he took pleasure in it.
Due to the lack of patients, Catherine was holding two books while frowning and reading awkwardly on the side.
She had also set up an old laptop for assistance.
"Mom, is this difficult?"
Little Buman asked from the side.
Although she and her son spent most of their ti in the clinic, Buman still delivered newspapers in the morning.
Even though Yang Yan had told him not to do it, he persisted stubbornly.
This obstinate character is just like his mother's.
"Yes! Very difficult! There's nothing in the world more incomprehensible than Chinese characters."
"For example, in the phrase 'In sumr, wear as much as you can, in winter, wear as little as you can,' I completely don't understand it."
"After all this ti, I couldn't figure out whether to wear more or less."
Catherine said, frowning awkwardly.
After listening to his mother, little Buman also frowned and fell into deep thought.
After thinking for a while and probably unable to co up with anything, he shook his head helplessly, smiled apologetically at his mother, and silently walked to the side, no longer disturbing Catherine.
The last ti they saved soone, it was Yang Yan who controlled his body to do it.
Also, Yang Yan intended to teach him so things and accepted him as a disciple.
Of course, Yang Yan wasn't going to teach him the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles but wanted to teach him Puppetry.
Such a thing is most suitable for soone like Buman, who has a tenacious character and decent talent, to learn.
So now, all of Buman's toys have basically turned into puppets with strings.
Ding-ding! Ding-ding...
With the sound of two crisp doorbells, Catherine suddenly lifted her head.
Finally, a guest had arrived!
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