"How about the fat man, Dean Zeng?" Lin Xie rushed forward quickly and asked anxiously.

Dean Zeng has seen Wang Wei below, nodded for a moment, and replied, "it's OK. It's not serious. It's just that the head is suddenly hit and leads to syncope. Just lie in the hospital for a week."

hearing this, Linxie's facial muscles relaxed, and the big stone in his heart settled down. Suddenly he thought of a very important thing again. He hesitated and asked, "President Zeng, how much will it cost?"

"Oh, well, I can give you some relief at my own discretion, but you also have to prepare 5000 yuan, so as...