Liang and the others left, but Zhao Minghui's cries of agony still echoed in the private room.
"What should we do now?"
"Call an ambulance, quickly."
After a brief moment of panic, a few people came to their senses and dialed the emergency services.
Two people carried Zhao Minghui away, leaving the rest of them worried about who would foot the bill for the meal.
The cost of this meal wasn't cheap, at least eighty to ninety thousand. Especially those expensive liquors, most people present couldn't afford this sum on their own. It was agreed that Zhao Minghui would foot the bill, but now look at the state he's in, how can he pay?
"I've done a rough calculation. The total cost is over eighty thousand. If we split it evenly, each person has to pay around nine thousand."
"Damn, it's really not worth it. A meal turned out like this; it's just shit."
"Blame that bastard Zhao Minghui, he's screwed us over."
