Chapter 114

"Be sure to stop them for me."

The butler said to the security guards around him angrily.

But the bodyguards were strong and sturdy, and it was easier for them to fight than the security guards. The fight between the two sides gave the middle-aged man an opportunity to sneak into the ward door through the gap in the crowd.

After entering the ward door, he closed the door and stayed alone in the ward with Green and the patient. He even wanted to lock the door, and he didn't plan to go out now.

"If you hurt the patient in there, sir, you won't be able to leave today."

The butler said sternly.

"How could I hurt my father? He is the God of Wealth who gives me money. I only want to deal with this ignorant young man."

The middle-aged man answered the butler, strode to Green and raised his fist.

Green dodged to the side, and the fist did not fall on him.

The middle-aged man lost his balance and hit his head on the bed.

He quickly stretched out his hands and pressed the sides of the bed.

The person on the bed opened his eyes silently.

The middle-aged man was angry and did not notice this. He turned his head and stared at Green, shouting: "How dare you tease me like this, you deserve to die."

He stood up and rushed towards Green again.

But the housekeeper noticed the change of the patient at the first time.

He rushed to the glass surface of the glass ward and greeted the patient closely: "Are you awake? Can you see me? Can you hear what I am saying?"

He yelled at the security guard next to him: "Why are you still here entangled with them? Open the door and pull the lunatic out. Do it now. If you can't, get out.

You parasites."

The security guard was stimulated and actually fought better with the bodyguard.

The housekeeper used the communicator to call more security guards.

The door of the ward was finally opened.

This time, the housekeeper and a group of security guards walked in.

The security guards separated Green and the middle-aged man from the outside.

The housekeeper approached the bed.

He took the patient's hand and asked, "Do you still recognize me?"

The patient just rolled his eyes and blinked at him, as if his body couldn't react any more.

The housekeeper immediately realized the problem, turned his head and looked at Green, asking Green to get closer to the bed.

"Come here,"

the housekeeper said to Green.

Green walked to his side.

"Didn't you say you could cure him? Is this what you mean by trying your best to cure him?"

the housekeeper questioned Green.

"I didn't say I would try my best to cure him. I said I could cure him, but you said you would pay in installments. Then I can't cure him all at once."

Green replied expressionlessly.

"So you want money. If I give you money, can you cure him now?"

the housekeeper asked.

"It's hard to say. His condition is a bit serious. If you said so at the beginning, maybe you could cure him right away.

But he has opened his eyes now, which means the treatment process has already begun. If you speed up the process, he will be more likely to die,"

Green said.

"I'm not a doctor, and I don't want to study how you can cure him, but I hope he can get better as soon as possible. I can double the money. What's the fastest treatment you can give him?"

the housekeeper asked.

"I can double the treatment as fast as possible. This speed is not harmful to the body. If you have special requirements, I can increase it to four times the speed. But that will make it difficult for the subsequent recovery."

Green replied.

"What difficulties will there be?"

The housekeeper asked nervously with his eyes wide open.

"The later recovery will be more painful, and there may be sequelae if you are not careful."

Green replied.

"So you could have made him fully recover without any sequelae. Is that right?"

the butler asked, almost stunned.

"Yes. If there is no request for acceleration, I will handle it according to the original situation. If there is a request for acceleration, then on the premise of you adding money, I will try my best to ensure his safety."

Green replied with a smile.

"You should have guaranteed his safety. If he is not safe enough, you will die."

The butler was a little angry at Green's wording.

"Okay."

Green nodded.

"You don't know at all. If you knew, you wouldn't say those words."

The butler shook his head.

He looked a little decadent, and he was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, so that he looked like he was dead.

The servant next to him moved a chair for him.

He sat on the chair, raised his head and looked at Green, as if he wanted to picture his appearance in his mind.

Green just stood there.

"I can give you twice the money, and you have to go twice as fast. No objection?"

asked the butler.

"I have no objection."

Green replied.

"The money is already in your account, check it."

The butler nodded.

"I see, is there anything else you want to do? If not, I'm leaving now. If you want to find me, you can go to the previous store."

Green replied.

"You should have a business card. But next time if there is a need, I will send someone to pick you up at the door of your store. You will be inside, right?"

"Yes."

"I hope you don't run away, otherwise you will encounter something more terrible than death."

"Okay."

"When is the next treatment time? Next month, today?"

asked the butler.

"Probably."

Green nodded.

"Leave a contact number. If I have something to do, I will let you go earlier or later. This should not have any impact on the patient, right?"

asked the butler.

"As long as it's within a week, nothing will happen."

Green replied.

"Okay, there will be a driver at the door to take you."

The butler nodded.

A servant stood at the door to lead the way for Green.

Green walked out.

The middle-aged man who was squeezed into the corner by the security guard watched Green walk out of the ward with his eyes wide open. He opened his mouth and said unconsciously: "This is such a pity."

"What?"

The butler looked at the middle-aged man.

"I didn't say anything."

The middle-aged man widened his eyes.

"Is that so?"

the middle-aged man said, pushing the bodyguard beside him.

"There are surveillance cameras here. If you really say it, there will be a recording. Do you want to listen?"

the housekeeper looked at him and asked.

He stopped talking.

"It was rude of you to come here suddenly without informing us in advance, but the person lying in this ward is your father, so it is understandable that you were anxious.

You brought a doctor of unknown origin here without informing us in advance, which was not in accordance with the rules. You didn't even check whether this doctor had treated similar cases before, right?

If you had checked, you would have known that he was a liar.

You usually don't use your brain when doing things. It's like this for your own affairs, and it's also like this for other people's affairs. It's hard to imagine what your brain is like.

If you think your life is worthless, you can die now, but if you want to kill the owner of this villa, I will not watch you do such a thing.

You should be punished."

The housekeeper said sternly.

"But isn't the person you found a liar? He looks like a complete sorcerer. The fortune tellers under the overpass look more capable of curing diseases than him.

You still have the nerve to criticize me? You are not qualified at all. I think you are the one who wants the person on the hospital bed to die the most. You bring this up to me, you'd better punish yourself first.

I am at least the son of the owner of this villa, and you, a person can have countless housekeepers, and you can change them as you like as long as you have money.

How can you compare with me?"

asked the middle-aged man.

"Yes, I was desperate and had to find this doctor. But the doctor I found treated the patient until he woke up. And the doctor you found clearly killed the patient.

If you calculate it this way, if you bring your doctor here, the worst case is accidental manslaughter, and if I let someone bring my doctor here, the worst case is just a deep coma.

I can accept the punishment.

If I cut off one of my fingers, you will cut off your head.

Even so, do you insist?"

The housekeeper looked at him and asked.

"You have been prepared for this. It is not fair at all. The punishment you receive is not at the same level as the punishment I receive.

Do you think I will be fooled?"

the middle-aged man shouted.

"It seems that you don't accept it? Then let's talk about other things.

You rushed into the ward without permission and almost hurt the patient, but you don't think you did anything wrong and don't reflect on it at all.

In a serious case, I can charge you with murder.

At the lightest level, you are also suspected of burglary.

But you are at home now, so you will be dealt with according to the house rules. Do you know the house rules?

Anyone who wants to harm the head of the family should be imprisoned for at least three days and all property obtained from the family should be confined.

I may not kill you, but it is impossible not to punish you.

Just deal with it according to the house rules.

If you have any opinions, tell me after three days."

After the butler finished speaking, the servants and security guards around him walked up.

The middle-aged man wanted to resist, but he was searched from head to toe. Not even a car key was left. His clothes were also stripped off, and he was not allowed to bring his shoes into the confinement room.

He wanted to shout inside, but the sounds were only inside the room, and people outside could not hear a single word.

After he was hoarse, he realized that it was useless to speak here, so he kept quiet, but his voice was a little hoarse at this time.

He checked his account and the balance was 0.

He was extremely angry and punched the ground with his fist.

The originally hard ground turned into latex, wrapping his fist inside, and when he wanted to pull his hand out, it rebounded violently, and he rolled around in the room. He

couldn't even stop himself.

The scene was extremely funny. Although there was no one else here, it was not surprising that there was a camera in the room.

When he thought of that possibility, he had to cover his face.

Whether he couldn't see others or others couldn't see him, it could always delay the arrival of that disgusting sense of shame.