Mosquitoes
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Thank you. Thank you."
The middle-aged man was very grateful. He wanted to kneel down again to express his gratitude, but he was quickly pulled back by Lao Liu.
"Sir, please don't do this kind of thing. You are making things difficult for us."
Huh?
"I, I, I'm not. I just don't know how to thank you. If it weren't for you..."
Lao Liu patted the middle-aged man's back.
"Alright. Alright. Let's save the words of thanks for later. The people from the hospital should be arriving soon. Now, let's pack up the things that you and the old man are going to bring to the hospital."
Like luggage, daily necessities, etc. .
If he didn't bring them, he would have to buy them there.
"Yes, yes, I'll go pack up now."
After another round of gratitude, the middle-aged man entered the house.
...
After Mo Boyuan left, he borrowed the phone from the camera crew and made a call. After saying a few words, he hung up.