The next day, at 10 a.m., a hospital room in Washington D.C.
"Good morning, Mr. Etwan."
Luo An pushed the door open and entered the ward, casually picking up a chair to sit on, followed closely by Winslow, Chenier, and Michelle who entered the room.
"This is your surgery bill and the fee for the ambulance ride you took yesterday."
Luo An cheerfully placed two bills on the hospital bed, which showed the surgery and hospitalization costs to be over 60,000, and the ambulance fee wasn't cheap either, a whopping 3,000-plus US dollars.
"..."
Lying on the hospital bed, Etwan's eyelids twitched at the figures on the bill, his eyes filled with murderous intent towards Luo An.
Luo An acted as if he didn't see it, poured himself a glass of water, and took out the dark red metallic card, asking:
"Mr. Etwan, let's not waste time.
You give me all the information about this matter, and I'll help you apply for a cheaper hospital. It's a fair deal, how about it?"
"..."
