"Of course!"
"I won't do it!"
The two spoke in unison, leaving the doctor bemused: "…So is it 'of course,' or 'won't do it'?"
"Please, doctor, it's me undergoing the surgery, and I've already paid. Why ask him? If I say do it, then do it. Come on, where is your operating room?" Liang Anya looked around.
Si Yuheng slightly curved his lips upward, pulling out a crocodile leather wallet from his chest pocket, his slender index fingers pinching a stack of US dollars and placing it on the counter: "Don't perform the surgery on her. Whatever amount she paid you, here, it should be more than triple. US dollars okay? No time to exchange!"
US dollars? Of course, great!!! The doctor swallowed his saliva.
"Ha! Just triple," scoffed Anya. "Doctor, perform the surgery on me, and you can take all the money from that card—five times what he's offering, at the very least!"
