"Dr. K?" A surprised woman's voice came from the doorway.
Dr. K wiped away the moisture from the corner of his eyes, his emotions instantly returning to calm, and looked up unhappily at the woman standing at the door: "Ye Lu, what are you doing here."
The person who arrived was none other than Ye Lu.
Ye Lu came here and was taken aback by the warm and cheerful sanatorium; she had not expected the ruthless and cold Dr. K to be the person in charge here.
"Doctor, it was I who brought her here. She wants to donate and sponsor our institution," the old dean said with a joyful face, excitedly ushering Ye Lu in to sit across from Dr. K.
It was all about pouring tea and fawning over her.
Dr. K frowned and coldly scrutinized Ye Lu.
Then he took out a check and passed her the pen: "How much do you want to donate?"
Ye Lu didn't dawdle, with a flourish of her pen, she filled in an amount of five hundred million and handed it over to him.
