Ring, ring, ring...
Just as Lin Yi was complaining about how these patients' families didn't know how to properly show gratitude, Liang Ruoxu called.
"Is the child called Liu Zihao undergoing surgery tomorrow?"
"Yes, why?"
"I remember you saying that after this surgery, you'll have to resign."
"Why? Are you going to throw me a farewell party? There's no need to be extravagant. A swimsuit party will do."
"You're too much." Liang Ruoxu said.
"I need to talk to you about something. Shall we have dinner tonight?"
"Are you buying?"
"Is that an important question? Can't you even afford a meal?"
"I've just blown 90 billion, I'm already very poor." Lin Yi said.
"But if you're willing, you can come to my pool for barbecue or hotpot. I can still treat you to this kind of meal."
