"You, are you sure?"
Fu Tianyou's face turned ugly. He had thought Tang Ming was going to pull the same trick again, producing a fake prescription for a big payoff, but unexpectedly, it wasn't.
"Of course, you should inquire around, is mental illness that easy to cure?"
Tang Ming glanced at Fu Tianyou and murmured with unclear speech.
"Damn it, when are you going to treat them? As long as you can cure them, I promise to pay."
Fu Tianyou gritted his teeth. Although two billion was painful, those biochemists were the Ming Group's prized assets, saving them was worth it.
"There's no time today; I'll go to the hospital tomorrow morning. Have the money ready."
Tang Ming gave him a time.
"Fine, I'll be waiting for you."
Fu Tianyou snorted, turned around, and was about to leave.
"Wait a minute."
Tang Ming suddenly called out to Fu Tianyou.
"What else is there?"
Fu Tianyou looked at Tang Ming in confusion.
