In the Divine Dragon Medical Hall.
A middle-aged man was shuddering as he lay on the bed next to his father.
A few juveniles were standing at the side with caution. They wailed softly and did not dare to move, let alone talk.
Scary!
They did not know that the owner of this medical hall had such a strong background.
Gazing at their elder brother and father who were lying on the beds, their faces turned pale.
Initially, it only cost two million for the treatment. Now, it had shot up to twenty million.
It's twenty million... How much can the Zhao Family's companies pay?
However, given such a circumstance now, they must pay. They had to pay.
Because of their arrogance just now, they needed to pay a painful price ten times more than before.
"Dragon King, these are some of our tokens of appreciations from the Martial Artists and families in Rivertown. I hope you can accept them!"