Qiao Xi and Old Chen reached the inpatient department when Vice President Lin was waiting for them and handed a booklet to Qiao Xi.
"This is Cheng Qingnian's case file, which has been recorded for years. But I just looked through it, and her condition hasn't progressed much," Lin Chunsheng said softly, "You will have to work hard from now on. Here are the bills totaling the expenses."
"Thank you, Vice President Lin."
Qiao Xi handed the bills to Old Chen and gave him a bank card, instructing him to settle the costs.
Along with donating a million to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.
She had accumulated quite a bit of money in her account intermittently, no longer the struggling young girl she used to be.
"Young Madam, I'll be back soon."
Old Chen glanced at her, ensured the surroundings were safe, and then left.
His steps were quick, fearing to delay matters. But considering the bodyguards he brought surely wouldn't stay quietly outside, he felt relieved.
