Ling Xiao felt that empty talk was useless; only tangible money was the most convincing!
No sooner had he finished speaking, Zhao Meng, with his slicked-back hair, raised his hand.
"I'm willing!"
An Yan flashed him a smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhao. I won't let you down."
At this moment, a grandmother who looked to be in her sixties also stood up.
"I'm willing too! Professor An, I would like you to take a look at my granddaughter."
Her son and daughter-in-law had been running around trying to cure their daughter's illness, exhausting every conceivable method. All she could do was wait at the hospital.
Now that someone was willing to treat her grandchild for free, regardless of the other party's skill level, she was willing to give it a try.
What if.
After the old grandmother finished speaking, a young mother also raised her hand.
"And me."
Her daughter shared a room with the old woman's granddaughter.
