The fortune teller and his apprentice came downstairs and took one look, feeling that earning these tens of thousands of yuan tonight was really not easy.
Upon getting into that BMW, the apprentice immediately drove to a nearby bank to transfer the money into their account, naturally to avoid any complications later on.
The fortune teller transferred fifty thousand yuan to Xiaofeng's account. The remaining forty-nine thousand was naturally his.
Zhang Dongliang and Liu Ying escorted the fortune teller to the door, then opened the window to clean up the ashes left from the ritual he performed.
However, now both of them were somewhat afraid to stay there.
"Let's go back to the hospital to check on Xiaowei. If he's almost recovered, we can bring him back tomorrow."
Liu Ying said.
Leaving the house, they grabbed an umbrella, went outside, got in the car, and Zhang Dongliang drove towards Jinling Hospital.