Cao Lingling, who lay on the hospital bed, had stopped her violent struggling. Her double eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, the expression on her face slowly solidifying as if her soul had gone into hibernation.
"What on earth did she see last night?" Zhao Qian came over to the bedside, grasping Cao Lingling's icy hand. The powerful woman now seemed a bit helpless.
"Once she wakes up, we will start treatment as soon as possible." The nurse checked Cao Lingling's body, "Aside from being mentally stimulated, she has no other injuries. You can rest assured, the hospital will provide her with the best services, it's just that regarding the cost..."
"Money is not an issue, you must cure her." Zhao Qian handed a card from Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital over to the nurse, "Deduct all treatment costs from here."
"To have a leader as good as you, it's truly the luck of her life." The nurse grinned, taking the card and left.
