"The next day, we still filed for divorce. I left with nothing but the only request that my son stay with me for a year."
"Actually, that's not quite right, I had another request. I wanted a suitcase full of money."
Ning An asked, "So today with Zhang Qiang, did you deliberately induce him to kowtow?"
Wang Baoqiang threw his head back and laughed, "Yes, that wound of his is much more serious than he thought. It's just that he's usually so afraid of dying, he doesn't do any intense activity, so it's not noticeable."
"I had to make him completely excited and forget about this in order to complete my plan. And obviously, I succeeded."
Ning An got curious, "How did you know? You shouldn't have been able to obtain hospital records."
Wang Baoqiang nodded, not rebutting, "Yes, at first, I wanted to bribe my way to get Zhang Qiang's diagnosis, but it was useless. The hospital's got plenty of money, they don't need yours, so I couldn't get his diagnosis."
