Breakfast, eaten as a midnight snack.
Maid Miss's food couldn't be wasted... Old Di didn't dare waste it either.
"Mr. Di, this is your latest treatment bill. Sorry for the trouble, but please confirm it."
"Didn't they say it was best not to discuss business at the dinner table?"
Di Qinglong's hand trembled slightly. He knew the cost of facial restoration must be enormous.
Doctor Luo quietly picked up some food and ate the leftovers with perfect manners—it really couldn't be wasted.
"Mr. Di, this is your latest treatment bill. Sorry for the trouble, but please confirm it."
"Okay... okay."
It was useless. Every method that could be used on women seemed ineffective against the female nurse at this clinic—this was the first time Di Qinglong had felt so utterly powerless before a woman.
How could her pressure be this terrifying...
New polymer nanomaterial skin grafts, supramolecular bionic prosthetic eyes—K-type, 3D facial reconstruction... What the hell are these? I've never even heard of them!
It was as if a mountain called "unable to repay" had been placed on his shoulders. Before, there had been one. Now there were two.
Di Qinglong quickly signed his name on the bill and tossed it aside. As for debt, the more he had, the less he felt it. Worst case, he could always sell his life.
The morning news was broadcasting a report on the abandoned-building incident.
"...According to reports, the incident was caused by Abomination remnants. After receiving the tip, the Huoyun General Bureau dispatched personnel immediately to suppress it. No casualties have been confirmed so far, but the enforcers unearthed several hundred skeletons beneath the building..."
The female anchor naturally had to be attractive enough. Otherwise, there would be no ratings.
Old Di's attention wasn't on the attractive anchor. He frowned and