"Excuse me, Miss Catherine. Do you know if Dr. Yang has time right now?"

A beautiful woman walked in from outside and spoke to Catherine.

Before Catherine could respond, Yang Yan let out a big yawn and lazily replied:

"Of course I have time when someone's bringing money to my door."

His words did not make anyone uncomfortable, and two more figures walked in from outside.

To be precise, it was Quinn pushing Guzman as they entered.

As soon as he walked in, Guzman couldn't wait to say:

"Since Dr. Yang has time today, could you take a look at an old man's illness?"

"Although I've been taking your medicine, my health has improved quite a bit, but it's still far from being completely cured."

Yang Yan replied with a smile:

"Of course. Come on in! Let me cure your illness today, and then I can receive my rightful compensation."

He hadn't forgotten that the wealthy man in front of him still owed him ten billion US Dollars!

Although Zhou Hanyun's side of the funds is pretty much sufficient, no one ever complains about having too much money.

Even Yang Yan is no exception.

"You wait outside; without my instructions, do not come in."

With a burning gaze, Guzman swept over the people around him and said sternly.

As everyone left, the clinic was left with only Guzman, Yang Yan, and Catherine and her son.

"Catherine, take little Buman outside to eat something."

"What follows will require an absolutely quiet environment for examining Mr. Guzman."

"Without my permission, you shouldn't come in either."

Yang Yan looked at Catherine and instructed similarly.

Upon hearing Yang Yan, Catherine didn't say much but instead led a curious-looking Buman outside.

"Is Dr. Yang planning to tell me something?"

After everyone left, Guzman looked at Yang Yan and said.

Yang Yan gently replied:

"There's nothing for me to tell you; I'm only responsible for curing your illness. As for the rest..."

At this point, Yang Yan smiled faintly:

"That's your own affair; I don't want to get involved, too much hassle."

Guzman suddenly laughed, assuredly saying:

"Haha! I believe anything in this world has a price."

"Perhaps there are things I can't afford, but when it comes to matters concerning my life, I believe I should be able to pay."

"So, respected Dr. Yang, please name your price!"

Yang Yan lifted an eyebrow slightly and smiled as he asked:

"In your eyes, am I that greedy, my lord?"

Guzman also laughed:

"How could that be! With your skills, you certainly won't lack money."

"But likewise, with my status, I won't lack money either."

"Since that's the case, it's better we be forthright and speak in terms of money, owing each other nothing."

Yang Yan lightly clapped his hands, his smile growing more radiant:

"Ten billion. To cure your illness, ten billion. To tell you what you want to know, also ten billion."

Guzman nodded lightly:

"The price is reasonable! After all, this also concerns my survival."

"Luckily, that's the price I estimated. I have the money prepared and can transfer it to your account anytime."

"Now, please tell me what I want to know! Frankly, I've been eagerly waiting."

Having reached an agreement, Yang Yan didn't hold back and directly said:

"What you have isn't an illness; it's a curse! This curse is devouring your vitality."

Guzman frowned slightly, slowly repeating:

"A curse?"

Yang Yan nodded seriously and explained:

"This curse sort of shares time with you. While a normal person would take a year to age, you only need a month or even less."

Saying this, Yang Yan picked up a nearby cup and took a sip.

He needed to know how the elderly man in front of him would react before deciding if he should tell him everything.

If Guzman didn't believe these claims, then saying it would be pointless.

Besides, he didn't have the time or patience to explain too much to him.

To alter someone's worldview would indeed be somewhat challenging.

"Continue! Please continue!"

Guzman remained silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and stared intently at Yang Yan, eagerly saying:

"I really want to know, how did the other party make their move."

"I believe for those truly capable, if they wanted to kill me, they wouldn't use such means."

Yang Yan nodded:

"If I'm not mistaken, they should have started through food."

"Actually, once you say it, it's nothing special, just drugging the food you eat."

"Using your usual methods, this drug wouldn't be detected, hence why your private doctors would be helpless."

Upon hearing Yang Yan's explanation, Guzman once again fell into deep thought.

After a full minute passed, Guzman suddenly looked up, with some anticipation, looked at Yang Yan, and cautiously asked:

"So... can you help me deal with the person behind this?"

Yang Yan sneered slightly:

"Sorry, you're thinking too much. I'm just a doctor, and I won't get entangled in your disputes."

"Besides, I can responsibly tell you, to deal with the person behind, you can't afford that price."

His words were not meant to scare Guzman.

After all, the opponent is someone who has initially grasped the Time Law, definitely not to be underestimated.

Not to mention whether the other's strength is really limited to just that, the opponent being from the Hidden World means to kill him would necessarily require a person from the Hidden World to act.

And to get such people to act, it won't just be a matter of money.

For those in the Hidden World, money is merely a tool to reach their goals.

To get money, they have millions of ways; why incur unnecessary troubles.

"Is the opponent formidable?"

Guzman asked, somewhat reluctantly.

"Yes! It's a very tricky person."

Yang Yan nodded and advised:

"So, you should stop considering confronting them. No matter who they are, you simply can't afford to provoke them."

"I suggest you think about who hired them!"

"People at that level wouldn't be mere lackeys to the one wishing you harm. The counterpart must have paid an unimaginable price."

Guzman, somewhat unwillingly, nodded and slowly said:

"I will have Jessica transfer the money to you later, totaling twenty billion US Dollars."

"This sum isn't trivial, even for me; it's quite taxing."

"Moreover, maybe in a couple of days, someone might come bother you because of this money, I hope you won't mind at that time."

Upon hearing this, Yang Yan couldn't help but frown, looking at Guzman and saying:

"Are you using a borrowed knife to kill?"

Guzman nodded, sighed slightly, and said:

"You could say that! Of course, if he doesn't harbor ill intentions, nothing will happen."

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