Ghost Hand laughed when he heard the other party using stiff international common language, and said: "My companion is sick, it might be food poisoning. Is there a doctor? Help us find a doctor, please? If anything goes wrong, it will delay the deal. You better report this situation quickly."
"Wait." The other party quickly agreed.
After Ghost Hand watched the person leave, he turned around to the room, pushed Luo Zheng inside, and said, "Brother, I need you to pretend to be sick, food poisoning or whatever, preferably in a coma. I'll handle the situation and see if there really is a doctor."
"Why me?" Luo Zheng smiled wryly.
