Ming Mei's calm demeanor unsettled Hua Nianrui, who gritted her teeth and said, "Call your bank and have someone get the money."
Ming Mei rolled her eyes. "Easier said than done! Who's supposed to make the call? Who's going to get the money? You?"
"Take me out of the hospital, and I'll go to the bank with you." Hua Nianrui's surgical knife edged closer to Ming Mei's neck, the blade piercing skin. Blood seeped out, but Ming Mei seemed unaffected by the pain. Her calm was chilling.
Ming Mei scoffed, "Are you even using your brain? First, we won't make it out of here. Kang Chen probably has people waiting at all exits ready to take you out, and you're thinking of leaving?"
"Second, you're banking on the fact that I carry large amounts of money or bank cards with me? Do I look like a fool who invites theft?"
