This was ancient times, and no one knew if physicians had qualification certificates; what was black could be declared white, and what was white could be declared black.
"I charge for curing illness, you cure illness at the cost of lives."
As soon as the words were spoken, all eyes turned to look, filled with confusion.
Shen Chuwei walked in slowly under the gaze of the crowd, his posture languid, as if he had just woken up.
The physician saw Doctor Shen, and his anger flared, all because of Doctor Shen's arrival, they had been scolded mercilessly by the Clan Leader. Was he, a fifty-year-old physician, not as good as a greenhorn?
"What do you mean by that?"
Shen Chuwei repeated himself, "I said your treatment costs lives."