Hearing Ye Chen's words, not only Mrs. Fan, but even Fan Ying was a bit surprised.
After all, Mrs. Fan needed heart surgery, and just the surgery fee alone would cost hundreds of thousands.
And Ye Chen didn't dress like a rich man, but he sounded so confident.
Since Ye Chen was being kind, Mrs. Fan didn't know what to say.
But Fan Ying was very direct and said, "Brother Ye Chen, how do you have that much money?"
From the first time Xiaoying met Ye Chen, she knew he was a courier, and a courier earns just a few thousand a month.
Hundreds of thousands should not be a small amount for Ye Chen, but he mentioned it so casually, which made Xiaoying wonder.
"You don't have to worry about that," Ye Chen replied with a smile.
At this moment, the doctor walked in with a smile and asked, "Ms. Fan, have you made up your mind? The surgery needs to be done promptly."
"Dr. Zhao, I think it's better to forget about it." Mrs. Fan said with a troubled expression.
