Wei Dong, who had repeatedly suffered defeat at the hands of Ye Tian.
Upon hearing Qiao Wu's words, he immediately perked up.
"Before we bury this little bastard alive, Young Master Qiao, we must first make him experience what it's like to wish for death!"
Wei Dong said coldly.
Qiao Wu, sitting in his wheelchair, felt a persistent pain in the place that mattered for continuing his family line.
His hands tightly grasped the armrests of the wheelchair, his knuckles bulging with prominent veins.
"President Wei, you must hurry to find me that Divine Doctor."
"The moment the Qiao Family finds out I've become useless, I'll lose the chance to control the family."
"We are in the same boat now; you can only prosper in Wu Zhou if I am well."
Qiao Wu said in a deep voice.
Wei Dong nodded hastily.
Before, he had gone to the director of The First People's Hospital, Zhang Hongshun, to inquire about the Divine Doctor who had saved Secretary Cui.
