When Rasfa heard the news, he flew into a rage on the spot.
What a joke. Who was he? No one had ever made such a request to him.
He couldn't calm down, but his body was getting more and more uncomfortable.
He had no choice but to call his personal doctor and health consultant, Reidra, over.
Reidra was a red-haired beauty, but Rasfa didn't have the energy to pay attention to her beauty right now.
Moreover, Reidra had been bribed by people from other factions.
Reidra performed a checkup on Rasfa in a hurry. Her expression was very serious. "Mr. Rasfa, I suggest you go to the hospital now and do a full checkup."
"No, I don't have that time." Rasfa rejected Reidra's suggestion directly. But then, he coughed heavily. "Cough … I have a very important meeting tomorrow. Give me … some medicine …"
"I'm sorry, sir, but I can't do that. If you still insist on not going to the hospital, you might have to go to the morgue tomorrow instead of the conference room. Now, as a doctor, I solemnly tell you that with your current physical condition, you could die at any time. I'm not trying to scare you. You'd better go to the hospital now. It might save your life. Your body can't wait any longer."
From a professional point of view, Rasfa's bodily functions had almost completely collapsed. Even if he went to the hospital, he might not live for more than 24 hours.
If she prescribed medicine now, it would be equivalent to murder. Even if she wasn't convicted of murder, her medical license would be revoked.
What was a health consultant? It was to give the right advice to the patient and the employer when it was needed.
Even if she was bribed by others, it was still a moral problem.
But in the professional field, she would never go against her professionalism.
"I won't go to the hospital."
Reidra turned to the servant beside her. "Paul, I suggest you call Mr. Rasfa's daughter. Tell her that I'm not joking."
"Okay, okay. I'll go to the hospital. Please don't call her."
"Sir, I'll go prepare the car," Paul said.
Rasfa was sent to the hospital unwillingly. Then, under Reidra's arrangement, he went through a full checkup.
Rasfa was sent to the intensive care unit. No one came to tell him the results yet.
But he could feel that his body was getting worse.
It was very bad. He had never felt this way before.
In the past, although he had felt uncomfortable, he felt that he could withstand it.
However, it was different this time. He really had a bad feeling about this.
"Paul, Paul, come in," Rasfa shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
"Call that doctor and ask him to come. I'll give him $100,000! Tell him to come here quickly. "
No matter how tough one's attitude was, it couldn't compare to one's life.
If it could save him, he didn't mind giving in and paying a hundred thousand dollars.
Just then, a woman in her forties came in. It was her daughter, Zola.
"Zola, why are you here?"
As his woman, Zola had inherited almost all of Rasfa's personality. She was strong and capable.
Both of her marriages were because she valued her work more than her family.
However, Zola had high standards for her image. Wherever she went, she would have a stylist with her.
But today, Zola went out without any makeup and looked like she had been crying.
"Father, how are you?" Zola tried her best to control her emotions.
"Is my condition very serious?"
"No, there's a small problem with your body. You'll be able to continue fooling around with those b * tches after a few days in the hospital."
"How long do I have?" Rasfa asked in a low voice.
"Father, it's not as bad as you think."
"How long do I have?"
"The doctor said …" Zola's eyes were filled with tears. "He said that you might … might not survive the night …"
Rasfa was dumbfounded. He thought that Zola would say a few months. Wasn't that what happened in the movies?
"But … but I feel … I don't feel that bad …"
Yes, people who were about to die all felt like this. This was the final radiance of the setting sun.
This old body was forcefully drawing out the last of its life force.
Zola lowered her head and didn't speak.
Just then, there was a commotion outside.
Zola was furious. This was a hospital, an intensive care unit!
"What's going on outside?"
Paul walked in. "Sir, the doctor from today came, but he was stopped by the hospital's security outside the intensive care unit. The doctor forced his pet in. He said that pets can't come in, and he won't come in either."
"Nonsense," Zola shouted angrily. "Chase that * sshole away. We don't need him here."
"Let him come in and talk to the security." Rasfa didn't want to die yet. The closer he was to death, the more he was afraid of death. This was human nature. No one could change it.
After a while, Chen Zhao came in with a toolbox and a Shar Pei in one hand.
"Haha … Jewish old man, I said that you won't live past the night. Do you believe me now?"
"Who are you? How dare you talk to my father like that? I think you don't want to stay in LA anymore."
"Your father? Madam, I think you need to know what your father said to me today. I rarely hate someone, but your father will definitely be on my blacklist."
"Okay, Zola." Rasfa suppressed his anger and said, "Sir, I'm sorry for what I said to you today."
"No need to apologize. I'm not here to reconcile with you. I'm only here for $100,000. That's all."
Rasfa's chest heaved slightly. His breathing became a bit forced.
He didn't even have the energy to be angry now. He only looked at Chen Zhao with an extremely strong desire to live.
"You know my condition, right?"
"Of course. I already warned you during the day. Oh, I used my Eastern witchcraft. Clearly, my prophecy worked. You're about to die now."
"Then you should know that if your treatment doesn't work, not only will you not get the $100,000, but I'll also probably throw you into the sea to feed the sharks."
"Drink this." Chen Zhao took out a small bottle. It was filled with a black liquid.
"What's this?" Zola immediately snatched the bottle. She didn't trust Chen Zhao at all. This was because Chen Zhao had given her such a bad first impression.
"Something that can let him live for three more days." Chen Zhao shrugged. "Old man, why are you still hesitating? If this thing doesn't work, I might bear the crime of being the murderer, but you won't lose anything, right? You're going to die anyway. Do you think it's necessary for me to kill you at the cost of my own life? "
"Zola, give me the potion."
"Father."
"He's right," Rasfa said.
He had no other choice now. He had to accept it.
"If my father dies, I won't let you go."
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