"How about it? Did he agree?"
Zhang Hengyi looked at his son on the hospital bed, his heart aching as if being cut by a knife. His face was extremely anxious as he hurriedly asked.
"He didn't agree." Zhang Zongyao shook his head.
"Damn it, just a mere doctor, putting on airs. Brother, give me the number, I'll call." Zhang Hengyi said.
As soon as he got through, Zhang Hengyi immediately said, "Doctor Ye, I was wrong earlier. I apologize now. I hope you can come back to save my son. I can give you any amount you want."
Although Zhang Hengyi was apologizing, his tone was still extremely arrogant, as if saying, I've got plenty of money, quickly treat my son.
Ye Haochuan suppressed the urge to throw his phone, and slowly said, "President Zhang, aren't you underestimating me a bit? Do you think I care about your measly money? To be honest, if I wanted to make money, in less than half a month, I could crush your Haotian Group."
