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"It's nothing to worry about. You can put your mind at ease. When Shengling Group donated to our hospital, I already told President Lu that I and the hospital will provide ongoing health support for you. I'm just keeping my promise."
Qiao Yin gave Lu Mingzhen a light smile, her voice carrying an ironic tone, "Chairman Lu, whenever you feel unwell, I'll be at your service! How about that, don't you think your money was well spent?"
Perhaps her voice was too cheerful, Lu Mingzhen finally shook off the shadow of death and truly felt the reality of having escaped it.
He, too, lightened up following her tone, "Indeed, it was money well spent. Later, I'll have Lingche donate a bit more, do you want that?"
Qiao Yin's smile was brilliant, happily revealing rows of white, neat teeth, "Of course, who would ever complain about having too much money! Thank you, Chairman Lu, on behalf of all the staff at Shensong Hospital, for your generous donation!"
