"I am so sorry. I failed to recognize your greatness and was fooled by that so-called Dr. Fayne."
Zheng Junyan bowed deeply. "I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive us and save my son."
"I'm willing to pay any amount for the medical expenses!"
Clenching his teeth, Zheng Junyan looked at Zhao Jingxi with a grave expression. "Here's what I'll do. I am willing to donate one billion to the Provincial University of Traditional Chinese Medicine to expand the library and build a new research base. I will also provide another five hundred million for a special fund to reward outstanding students of traditional Chinese medicine!"
This...?
Zhao Jingxi's body trembled. He had been angry and was inclined to ignore Zheng Junyan, but the offer was too tempting.
"Qin Lin."
