Selling the Shares At A High Price
Editor: Atlas Studios
He Lefeng seemed to have realized that he had been talking too much. He clammed up when he noticed Lin Yan and Mo Shuyun's murderous gazes.
For some reason, He Lefeng sensed that if he continued to ramble, he might have to be hospitalized in the same ward with his grandfather. Of course, he did not wish to do that.
"Doctor, thank you. Please take good care of my grandfather," said Lin Yan to the surgeon.
The middle-aged surgeon nodded. "Miss Lin Yan, rest assured that we will do our best. Besides, the patient isn't in critical condition. If we think positively, he might wake up in a few days. He will certainly get well after recuperating."
He Lefeng, who had gone silent, suddenly burst out. "What if we think negatively?"
The middle-aged surgeon glanced at He Lefeng with a resigned look and didn't respond.