Please Save the Lu Corporation, Old Master!

Because Lu Yaohua had a cerebral hemorrhage, he was sent to the emergency room.

Lu Ze could not have imagined that his casual words would almost destroy his family.

He sat on the chair with mixed feelings. Even though his father had said many unpleasant things to him, his previous doting was not fake.

He tugged at his mother's sleeve and said, "Could it really be that… I was wrong?"

"It's alright, don't blame yourself too much. It's a fact that your dad is not well."

Tang Wenyi looked at the doctor who walked out and asked, "How's my husband? You must save him!"

"His condition is already stabilized. The medical fees are 50 thousand yuan. In addition, there are some miscellaneous medicines which amount to 100 thousand yuan. You can settle the payment with the nurse. She'll give you the medicine. Oh right, for the next few days, the patient needs to eat light food, and he can't be agitated anymore."

100 thousand yuan?