Li Yuphei went from disappointment to joy, and then back to disappointment, as if his heart was riding a roller coaster, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood.
He glared at An Yiqing with annoyance, gritting his teeth and said, "I'll pay! How much?"
Seemingly oblivious to the anger Li Yuphei conveyed, An Yiqing roughly calculated in her mind, "Your medical fees plus the cost of me saving you, the total is thirty million. But considering the face of Old Master Nan and Nan Tian, I'll give you a twenty percent discount, twenty-four million. This is my account number, just transfer the money over."
Li Yuphei stared dumbfounded as An Yiqing lowered her head to write her bank account number on a piece of paper and stuffed it into his hand, then carefully listed all the medical expenses on a detailed list, and finally kindly reminded him to ask her if there was anything unclear.
