Darling, I still have a single room. You think this hospital is owned by your family. Li Wenlong muttered in his heart, but still dared not disobey Lin Xuemei's words, just covered his pocket with heartache: I don't know that the rest of the money is enough?

Money can make people push ghosts. Ten minutes later, Lin Xuemei moved into a single ward, and Li Wenlong had less than fifty yuan left in his pocket, more than ten thousand yuan, all of which were thrown into the hospital in a twinkling of an eye.

Li Wenlong grinned. If he was a patient from a poor family, he wondered if he...