"Mr. Lin, please, you must help me! Bring my grandfather back to life!"
Inside the memorial hall, Yuan Youwei looked at the old man on the stretcher before her, her eyes instantly welling with tears.
His eyes were tightly shut, his aged face gaunt and waxen, with high, prominent cheekbones. Only between his grizzled eyebrows could one faintly see a trace of his former authority. The skin visible beneath his striped hospital gown had already turned a deathly pale.
Her heart spasmed in agony. Fighting back tears, Yuan Youwei barked at Yuan Tao and the others, "Bring out all the money!"
CLATTER! CLATTER!
At that moment, large suitcases piled in the corner were flung open and tipped over. In moments, huge bundles of cash spilled out, forming a small mountain on the floor.
GASP…!
Seeing this, even the chronically anxious Doctor Jiang couldn't help but stare wide-eyed. He turned and glared at the serene Lin Fan, his heart filled with a mixture of shock and envy.
