The Xuanfu Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic

Xuan Yong knew there was no point arguing with Fu Ling, a stubborn old mule, so he asked directly, “How much is the consultation fee?” Fu Ling smiled sweetly. “Our traditional Chinese medicine clinic always charges fair, clearly posted prices. Registration fee: humans, 50; demons, 50,000; gods, 500,000. Medicine costs extra.” Xuan Yong gritted his teeth. “Aren't you being a little ruthless?” Fu Ling put on an innocent expression. “Come on, brother, we're in business to make money. So, will you pay your registration fee in cash or by card? Bank transfer is fine too.”