Xu Qinglang had originally planned to perform a ritual for Chief Zhao so he could leave peacefully. That was the most he could do for him.
However, on second thought, Chief Zhao had been very peaceful when he left. He had even brought two books along because he worried the road to hell would be too boring.
Furthermore, the thousands of taxis and the cars that were organized by the public were enough to protect Chief Zhao. There was no need for him to make any arrangments for Chief Zhao.
"Old Zhou, he's a very good person." Xu Qinglang was smoking. The corners of his eyes were slightly red which made him look very pitiful.
"He left very generously." Even though Zhou Ze was a doctor in his previous life and had saved many people, he did not think that he was any great. His profession was a doctor and saving lives was his responsibility.
