"Please have a few representatives selected to follow the ambulance to the hospital after you get back," Song Yun said.
"I'll go, boss. Xiao Wang and I are relatives, so I can inform his family," a middle-aged man offered, stepping forward.
"Okay," Song Yun smiled at the man. "As for all the hospital fees, our company will cover them. So, you don't have to worry about not being able to afford the medical expenses. Get whatever tests are needed. As long as the person is okay, that's what matters."
"Boss, you're like a living Bodhisattva in this world. On behalf of Xiao Wang, I bow to you." The middle-aged man promptly kneeled and kowtowed three times. "A co-worker from my village once had an accident, and his boss didn't want to pay a cent for the medical expenses. In the end, my co-worker had to have one of his legs amputated, and he's still bedridden at home."
