Young Master Chen!

"Do you know how much the surgery costs? Do you have the money?" The male doctor sneered.

"I have…" The old man was about to speak when he remembered that the 150,000 yuan he had obtained from selling the ring to Chen Yun was only enough to pay the debt. It was not enough to pay for the surgery.

Looking at the old man's appearance, the doctor waved his hand. "Don't come to the hospital if you don't have money! Get lost, old thing!"

"Please, perform the surgery on my wife first. I'll definitely gather the money. I'll definitely do it."

"What right do you have?!" The male doctor's voice suddenly rose by three degrees. "You're about to be buried. What right do you have to guarantee that you can gather the money?! Why don't you take a look at your old bones? You're already so old, yet you're still acting like a hooligan here!"

"Get lost!"

Just as the male doctor was about to walk forward, the old man grabbed him in a hurry. "Don't go…"

Pa!