Ma Yuanzhi saw Li Chuan's expression and frowned slightly: "What kind of expression is that?"
Li Chuan laughed awkwardly: "I'm just a poor student..."
"Stop right there!" Ma Yuanzhi expressed disdain on her face, "Did I say I wanted your money? I meant, you're skilled in medicine and massage, right? Our martial arts hall inevitably deals with injuries, so you can come and help treat them. Plus, since you're here to learn, you can't avoid the tuition, which is thirty thousand a year."
"Thirty thousand?"
Upon hearing that, Li Chuan's face turned bitter. Helping with treating injuries was no big deal, but as a freshman who just arrived from a small town, where would he get thirty thousand bucks from with no income?
