Fang Yu and Xu Zhaopei left the office.
The two of them arrived at the downstairs lobby.
In today's society,
there aren't many people visiting Huada Hospital for medical treatment.
On one hand, cultivators these days prefer seeking doctors for medical issues, on the other hand, ordinary hospitals cannot treat cultivators.
But Huada Hospital still has its share of visitors.
The lobby appeared quite empty, with only some nurses and doctors on duty.
At the location near the door in the lobby,
a one-eyed man, with his foot on a stool, a cigarette butt in his mouth, said, "Enough with the small talk, hand over one hundred spirit stones, and our business is done."
"One hundred spirit stones, why don't you just rob us?"
"Are one hundred spirit stones much compared to a life? It's already quite generous that I'm not asking you to pay with my brother's life!"
