Chu Qingzhi, stepping out of the study, approached Lu Lizhang, who was still simmering with residual anger. She cut to the chase, "To save the young master, you need to prepare five million taels of silver within a day."
Lu Lizhang was momentarily stunned, doubting his ears, "What did you just say?"
Chu Qingzhi repeated calmly, "The fee to treat the young master is five million taels. If you are not interested in saving him, then pretend I didn't say anything."
Lu Lizhang stared at Chu Qingzhi. The anger that he had managed to extinguish with great difficulty started to burn fiercely. "Chu Qingzhi, you're taking advantage of the situation!"
"Am I taking advantage of the situation?" Chu Qingzhi smiled. "Or can't you take out so much money? Or do you not want to save your son at all?"
The expression on Lu Lizhang's face soured, but as a lord, he quickly managed to regain his composure, "Are you certain you can cure Yice?"
