The ground was covered in chicken feathers.
At this moment, the surrounding crowd unwillingly opened up a path as director ye rushed over with some people.
Director ye wasn't wearing a white suit, but a black suit with a dark blue tie. He had a steady temperament and looked like an exquisite middle - aged man.
He didn't yell at Zheng Ren, but just walked in coldly. He exchanged a look with Zheng Ren and looked at director Zhang Lin's injury.
"This one, send him to the emergency department and let them check his blood sugar level first." Zheng Ren told a junior doctor of the ICU.
The "master" was lying on the ground, twitching constantly. His face was pale and sweat was dripping down. He seemed to be seriously ill. However, Zheng Ren really didn't want to bother with him. He didn't even want to send him to the emergency room.
What the f * ck is this person? It was fine to cheat some money, but it would be devious to ruin someone's family and family.
