Ye Guichen heard the conversation between Zhao Erdan and his wife outside the hospital room. He hesitated for a moment, ready to enter, when suddenly someone appeared behind him.
That person glanced at Ye Guichen and directly pushed open the door.
"Zhao Erdan, I'm here on behalf of the company to give you compensation," the person said loudly after entering, walking straight to the bedside, tossing an envelope onto Zhao Erdan's bed with an arrogant demeanor, "Here's two thousand yuan, consider it for your medical expenses."
Clearly, Zhao Erdan and his wife recognized this person.
They were about to express their gratitude, but upon hearing it was only two thousand yuan, they felt awkward.
Zhao Erdan squeezed out a forced smile: "Secretary Song, my surgery alone cost ten thousand, and with the hospitalization, two thousand yuan might not be enough. Are you sure it's correct?"
