Even though Edgar was rich, he froze in shock when he heard the price. That would make sense if the hospital used a fancy cutting-edge machine or newly developed medication. But Felix was asking for 100 million dollars just for two weeks of traditional medicine.

"I'm not joking," Felix said. "You trust Mrs. Sharpe's word, so you should know I wouldn't try to cheat you. The truth is, it really is this expensive!

"If you don't believe me about the two herbs, you can check their prices at Curio Clinic yourself."

Edgar raised his hand right after Felix finished speaking. "It's fine. Like you said, with Mrs. Sharpe here, how could I doubt you? Even if it costs twice as much, I'd pay it if you could cure my back pain permanently."

He was telling the truth—only someone who had experienced it firsthand could understand how the back pain had tortured him to such an extent. If it continued, he didn't know how much longer he could hold out before being driven insane.

"Very well. Please