"What do you mean?" The old woman glared fiercely at Asher. "Either you take me to the hospital for a complete checkup today, or you give me ten thousand dollars, and I'll go myself!"
Asher saw through the old woman's scheme immediately and chuckled. "That's awfully convenient. My sister and I are both doctors. You don't even need to go to the hospital. We can examine you right here!"
"What? You're a doctor? Doctors can afford to drive cars like this?" The old woman's heart skipped a beat. This was more trouble than she'd bargained for, but she maintained a calm facade. "Why should I believe you? Even if you are a doctor, there's no professional equipment here. How can you diagnose my injuries? You're just trying to weasel out of responsibility by using a checkup as an excuse! Ow, ow, ow
