"Yes." Ian nodded.
Schmaiah stared at Ian for a long time, but he couldn't find any trace of lying on Ian's face, so what she said should be true.
"Have a good rest. I promise I'll cure your face in a month," Ian promised.
Schmaiah opened his mouth slightly and choked with emotion, unable to say a word.
"Have a good rest first. This is an ordinary ward, and it's not suitable for you to recuperate. I'll get someone to transfer you to a VIP ward first," Ian said as she helped Schmaiah lie down.
Ian thought to herself. "Tony is really cruel. After all, he is the boss of a company, but he let his son live in an ordinary ward."
"Ian, here you are. There's 10,000 dollars in this card." Schmaiah took out a bank card from under his pillow and handed it to Ian.
Looking at the card in Schmaiah's hand, Ian suddenly felt sad.