"As my assistant, the monthly salary is only two thousand yuan. If you're willing, come to work at Apricot Grove Hall tomorrow."
"Willing, a thousand times willing!"
Finally securing a powerful backer was an opportunity to change his fate, Hua Feiyang would never give up over a mere salary issue.
After all, he was still an intern at the small hospital where he currently worked and had not yet become a permanent staff member, earning only two thousand five hundred yuan.
Suddenly, the Silver Needle that was stuck in the poison clot shot out with a whiz. Following that, the poisoned blood gushed out like a fountain.
Hou Jiangbao noticed that something was wrong, but he dared not admit it. With so many people watching, if he confessed to making a mistake, Divine Doctor Hou's reputation would be ruined.
