The middle-aged stall owner was shocked. He had originally thought that he could sell this for one
million at most⦠He never thought it would be worth
more than that. And the two million was just him trying his luck when Alex asked. He was expecting
Alex to bargain with him, not for the price to increase to fifty million. He wasnât rich to
begin with and had obtained this fan unintentionally as well, spending two thousand at most to buy it.
Now it sounds like he would be able to sell it for fifty million! This was simply too much for his heart to
handle. Waltz laughed. âDamn, you really are insane! Fifty million for a damn fan. Itâs yours now!â
She then winked at the middle-aged man. âHey boss, I managed to help you earn another forty eight
million
with three sentences.
So are you going to repay me for helping you get this madwoman to pay more? Oh, this
dagger looks nice, Iâll be taking it as a gift then.â Waltz was not interested in the fan at all, she was
more interested in the silver dagger. Ange was fuming, she wouldâve killed them right there and then,
but she didnât want to do it in public. The middle-aged man stared at Ange. âSo miss, thatâs fifty million
in total.â
Ange huffed, but she didnât seem to be against the price too.
However, Alex suddenly spoke up again. âBoss, your core has been injured in the past, right? Seems
like it
had been destroyed with a punch and you tried to fix it but there were still certain after effects. I have a
feeling that whenever you activate your inner force, your core would feel a stinging pain from within.
Now
it has affected your fertility as well.â
The middle-aged man was shocked once again. He stared at Alex in disbelief. âYou⦠How did you
know
that? Do you know me?â Alex shook his head. âI donât know you, but I am a doctor. I can tell what your
sickness is just by looking
at you. So how about this? Iâll pay you fifty million, cure your core and restore your fertility. Youâll be
able
to become a father within a year!
But you have to sell me this fan. If not, this deal is off.â Waltz froze, she didnât expect Alex to still want
to buy the fan. She just couldnât understand. âWhatâs so good about that fan?â However, she was not a
fool. Seeing how eager Alex wanted that fan, she could tell that he had his reasons
that she was not aware of. âIs this fan really some kind of treasure?â Ange huffed again. âDo you think
youâre the best imperial doctor?
Even if Hippocrates was reborn, he
wouldnât be able to tell the problem with just one look.â
âReally now?â Alex took a glance at Ange and shook his head. âYou have a problem too, you wonât live
any longer.â
Angeâs chest tightened. She was so angry that she almost vomited blood.
Her eyes were filled with rage as she said, âHow dare you curse me? Do you dare to take off your
mask and
show me who you really are?â Alex turned back to the stall and said, âItâs up to you to believe it or not.â
He asked the stall owner, âSo, do we have a deal?â
The stall owner snapped back to his senses, seemingly overjoyed.
He knew that Alex was speaking the truth, hence he asked him nervously, âCan you really cure me? Iâll
be
able to get pregnant, no, no, I mean, to get my wife pregnant?â He was so excited that he had trouble
speaking. Alex nodded. âI can. Both you and your wife would definitely be able to get a child in the
future.â
The middle-aged man had been yearning to have a child of his own for the longest time. âHow⦠how
can you prove this?â Alex smiled. âDo I really need proof? I can cure you now, it would only take five
minutes. Your infertility
is caused by the damaged veins around your core. Thatâs why hospitals wouldnât be able to find the
problem. Even if they did give you some form of treatment, the problem came back in a day, right?â
The stall owner nodded profusely. âYes, yes, yes! Youâre so right! You really⦠You really are a miracle
doctor!â Alex took a small bottle out, inside of it was an Energy Recovery Pill.
He thought about it for a bit, then cut out a fifth of the pill and fed it to the stall owner. He then placed
his
palm on the location of the manâs core.
Five minutes later, Alex asked, âHow do you feel?â Ange was still scornful. She refused to believe that
one-fifth of a pill would be able to cure this manâs
damaged core within five minutes. âWhat kind of illusion is this? It wonât work unless this is some pill
from the Gods.â Just then, the middle-aged man exclaimed loudly. âItâs cured, it really is cured! I donât
feel pain when
activating my Chi now! Miracle doctor! You really are a miracle doctor!