Chapter 31

“There’s no need for a hotel. Let’s just find a nearby restaurant!” Nash was reluctant to travel far; he wanted to save money and avoid a long walk. He’d already walked from Baroque’s headquarters.

Brian exclaimed, “Great! There’s a nice food stall nearby. I used to go there often with friends. Let’s eat there!”

Soon, Brian led Nash to a roadside stall. The owner greeted them warmly, “Hey there, Dr. Tanner! What brings you here today?”

Brian laughed. “I’ve been craving your food. Bring us your signature dishes!”

“Sure thing!” The owner promptly instructed the kitchen and even presented Brian with a complimentary bottle of fine spirits. Countless people had tried to treat the Miracle Doctor Tanner to a meal, but never succeeded.

Brian poured drinks for himself and Nash, raising his glass with both hands. “Grandmaster, our last meeting was rushed, so let’s consider this our first. I’d like to propose a toast…”

Nash smiled, calmly lifted his glass, and drained it.

Brian sighed. “This alcohol is excellent… This owner is truly hospitable!”

Nash set down his glass. “Tell me what’s on your mind. As my martial brother’s sole successor, I’ll help if you’re in trouble.”

“Then I won’t beat around the bush. Walter Watson’s wife, the richest man in Jonford’s wife, is in a coma. She’s perfectly functional, no brain death, but comatose for three years.” Brian subtly observed Nash’s calm expression. “Walter’s charity focuses on traditional medicine. Curing his wife would bring significant donations to Jonford’s medical community.”

Nash picked up a peanut, ate it, poured another drink, and asked, “What’s the consultation fee?”

“Ten million.”

Ten million? Brian thought; that was over four hundred consultations for him. Even his master charged only around 150,000, and only after a successful treatment.

After a moment, Nash said, “Isn’t ten million too little for the wealthy Watsons?” He didn't dislike money, but Hera’s Baroque needed it.

Brian chuckled. “Grandmaster, you set the price; I’ll negotiate with Walter…”

Nash finished his drink. “For your sake, let’s settle on ten million.”

Brian firmly refused. “No way. Ten million doesn’t reflect your status. I’ll negotiate fifteen million!”

Nash’s expression remained unchanged, even hinting at disdain. His skill in Divine Needling far surpassed his master’s. A higher fee was justified.

Brian called Walter. At the mention of fifteen million, Walter readily agreed. “As long as you cure my wife, any price is worth it…” Fifteen million was insignificant to the Watsons.

Brian rejoined Nash, and they shared more drinks. Satisfied, they headed towards the Watson residence, slightly intoxicated.

The Watson estate was magnificent, resembling a castle. Meanwhile, Kai burned a photo of Nash, then drove a convertible from the garage, followed by seven cars. As the gate opened, Kai focused on Nash’s flushed face.