Today, I'm Going to Spend the Billionaire's Hundred Million Again-Chapter 612: Is That So Funny?

"Alright! I’ll arrange it right away!" Lin Bufan stayed at a nearby hotel. After speaking, he asked, "Miss Qingqing, could you send me some local specialties from there?"

Rong Qingqing agreed without much thought.

Lin Bufan, a bit excited, flattered her for a couple of lines before calling Old Meng.

Fifteen minutes later, Old Meng arrived at Rong Qingqing’s apartment door with a medical kit, together with Lin Bufan.

He rang the doorbell, and after ten seconds or so, Shen Jue came out in a wheelchair to open the door.

Seeing the two outside the door, he asked, "Why are you both here so late?"

"Your wife said you have a lump on your head and asked me to come check," Old Meng waved the medical kit in his hand, "probably worried you’re crippled in the head as well as the legs."

Lin Bufan couldn’t hold back and secretly chuckled, shoulders shaking.

"Funny, is it?" Shen Jue’s voice cut in ominously, "You’re losing this month’s bonus."

"Huh???" Lin Bufan looked shocked, "I can’t even laugh, but Old Meng can say it?"

It was Old Meng who said there was a lump on the head.

And it was also Old Meng who said the head was crippled.

He only laughed a couple of times involuntarily.

So how did it end up costing his bonus?

"I can say a thousand bad lines, but nothing beats calling Rong Qingqing ’your wife.’ That’s the art of speaking, young man, you have a lot to learn," Old Meng almost laughed so hard he was out of breath.

Once inside, Lin Bufan closed the door, and Shen Jue directly stood up from the wheelchair, landing and heading towards the kitchen.

Old Meng’s beloved medical kit crashed to the ground with a bang. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Holy shit! What did I just see?" Old Meng vigorously rubbed his eyes, turning to Lin Bufan, stuttering, "He... he walked to the kitchen?"

Lin Bufan felt he finally regained some ground.

"Old Meng, you’re not young anymore; how are you still so unstable?" Lin Bufan walked over to pick up his medical kit, nodded nonchalantly, "Yes, my boss walked, or did you expect him to crawl?"

In reality, he was also panic-stricken inside.

Seeing the boss walk again was overwhelmingly touching.

He was so moved he wanted to cry.

"What’s going on with him? Did you encounter some miracle in M Country?" Old Meng was so shocked he immediately followed into the kitchen.

Shen Jue had just poured two glasses of water, placing them on the coffee table for the two.

"Making a fuss," Shen Jue glanced at the two.

"Don’t blame me; who wouldn’t be shocked seeing this?" Old Meng said as he bent down to squeeze Shen Jue’s calf.

Compared to a normal person, Shen Jue’s calf muscles had atrophied somewhat due to over half a year in a wheelchair.

Old Meng couldn’t help finding it peculiar.

To know, it was Old Meng and his uncle who operated emergency surgery on Shen Jue when he was first hospitalized.

Old Meng’s uncle is an orthopedic expert, and Old Meng himself is a surgeon. Both of them had determined that Shen Jue’s legs had no chance of recovery.

"Shen Jue, be honest, did you meet some miracle doctor abroad?" Old Meng’s hands kept pressing on Shen Jue’s calf, "How does this feel?"

"Does the feeling of wanting to kick you aside count?" Shen Jue pulled him up, "Do you still remember why you came here?"

"Seeing your face full of color, I know the lump on your head is nothing to worry about," Old Meng waved his hand, unconcerned about the lump on Shen Jue’s head.