"……Nine silver coins, how does that sound?" Felix asked cautiously, truly at a loss for how to ask the gentlemanly noble before him for his fee.
Yet nine silver coins were more than enough for Felix. This money would be enough to sustain his living expenses for an entire month, and with a bit of luck, perhaps he might even have a little spare cash left over to purchase urgently needed medicinal herbs. At this thought, a trace of anticipation and hope welled up within Felix's heart.
Fangsheng looked at the doctor before him, whose long black robe was made of very ordinary fabric, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to the physicians of Montpellier. By comparison, the doctors Fangsheng had seen in Montpellier truly fit his impression of what a doctor ought to be. If not for the layout and furnishings of the place, along with Felix's earlier conduct, Fangsheng would almost have suspected that the man before him was a quack.
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