Liu xuzhi looked at boss Zheng with a bitter face. Although performing surgery was a job, to Liu xuzhi, it was not just a job but a means to maintain his life.
Living in the capital and supporting the family, which one of them didn't need money?
Recuperate? It did not exist.
A day without work meant a day without income.
To Liu xuzhi, the best medicine was the wads of cash Lin Jiaojiao would take out every day after he finished his surgery.
There was nothing in the world that smelled Better Than Cash.
Now, he was not allowed to perform the surgery ... Boss Zheng ... In an instant, Liu xuzhi felt that his heart was about to explode again.
A throbbing pain came from his heart under his sternum, and Liu xuzhi's face instantly turned pale.
"Boss Zheng, is old Liu alright?" Lin Jiaojiao took a closer look at Liu xuzhi's fingers. There wasn't even a bite on them. They were red and swollen, and Liu xuzhi had a low fever.
