"Ouch!"
Director Zhao, running hurriedly, bumped into someone by the staircase and fell face-first, yelping incessantly.
Pfft!
Several subordinates of Secretary Zhou couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight of Director Zhao's embarrassing state.
"Swallow a scalpel?"
Secretary Zhou looked at Fu Yanqiu, somewhat surprised.
"Director Zhao made a bet with Mr. Ye, saying that if Mr. Ye could cure your paralysis, he would live-stream himself swallowing a scalpel."
Fu Yanqiu started laughing.
"This Director Zhao, he really doesn't understand. It seems I have to remind old Wu."
Secretary Zhou, watching Director Zhao's pitiful state, squinted slightly.
Director Zhao still doesn't know, due to his actions today, Secretary Zhou is upset, and his gold rice bowl is about to be taken away.
"Mr. Ye, this Director Zhao gave you such a hard time, are you just letting him off?"
Secretary Zhou looked at Ye Tian, very curious.
"I think, I don't even need to lift a finger."
