"This young man had his head slammed into a brick wall by someone far older than him and your first question for me is whether or not I will pay?" There was a frost to his voice that might give the doctor pause. "I was unaware that the Hippocratic Oath only took effect when you are certain your pockets are being lined. I've spoken with healers in impoverished villages that have the good sense to get to work and worry about what payment they might receive afterward. But yes, I will pay for this young man since evidently you take your oath to do no harm so shallowly that you would potentially allow a young man to die from untreated head trauma rather than prevent it while it is in your power." There was genuine anger in Quentin's voice, it was not impassioned. He did not get heated when angry. But the ice in his tone was of the sort that brought to bear the full weight of displeasure someone like him could bring to bear against a person. Because he took things like vows and oaths quite seriously.