Diagnostic Treatment

"Boss, there's no money." Su Yun took the silver box, opened it, and put the medical records aside. He was a little disappointed that he did not find a card.

"You don't really care about money, do you?" Zheng Ren brushed his teeth, changed into his pajamas, and sat on the bed.

"This would represent how much we value you... how much we value you." Su Yun picked up the medical records and test results, and roughly read them.

"It's nothing. If you want to see me, come to the Imperial Capital. Tomorrow's surgery. After it's done, we'll fly back," Zheng Ren said very naturally.