No wonder Tang Xiaobao doesn’t come to the hospital to be an expert. No matter how high the salary is, can he make so much money?

He was impressed by the speed at which he made money.

Now that I think about it, the conditions proposed by Tang Xiaobao don’t seem to be very high.

When a wealthy person gets sick, they charge hundreds of millions of dollars. Is this a fast way to make money? Let me ask you, is it fast?!

Tang Xiaobao's cell phone rang.

That was the SMS notification that the remittance had arrived.

After reading it, Tang Xiaobao said goodbye to Mr. Tan.

Mr. Tan personally sent him to the outside of the hospital and asked the guard to drive them both.

Tang Xiaobao got in the car.

Mr. Tan came over and said, "Thank you, Mr. Tang."

This statement was far less sincere than before, but it was still polite.

"The old man's condition is serious. I did receive the consultation fee, so there's nothing to thank you for. However, there is one thing I still want to remind the old man."

"Speaking."

Tang Xiaobao said bluntly, "Tan Qing's character has been spoiled. I hope you will keep your promise and strengthen his education in the future to prevent him from getting into big trouble one day. I am considered easy to talk to. If I meet someone who is not easy to talk to, I am afraid that I will not give you face at that time, old man, and that would be very bad."

Mr. Tan frowned and said, "I will teach him a lesson."

After saying that, he ignored Tang Xiaobao and nodded to Zhao Haiyang: "Xiao Zhao, I'm really sorry to bother you this time. It's so late and I'm disturbing your rest."

"Commander, you are too polite. I am doing a small favor for you. This is what I should do."

"Thank you."

"Thank you, indeed."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and the guard drove them back to the club.

Along the way, neither of them spoke.

After the club got off the car and the guard left, Zhao Haiyang couldn't help but gave a thumbs up: "Boss, it's great, it's really great."