"Yes, I did it in order to hide something!" Wang Dacheng stated, casting a glance at Nalan Wuxia.
"You see, I originally wanted to build a big business in traditional Chinese medicine. If this matter comes out, but a Chinese medicine practitioner failed to take care of his body and died of a heart attack. If this matter comes out, our Huaxia Hall of Medical Fame will definitely be affected negatively. So I want to finish Zhang Tianhe's funeral as soon as possible, to minimize the impact. That's why I promised Li Lizhen five million yuan."
Speaking of this, he gave a self-deprecating smile. "I didn't expect to make a loss the second time. No sooner had his body been cremated than word came that one of his patients died. If I had known he was a quack, why would I have spent five million
