Rasfa drank the black medicine in the bottle. Then, Chen Zhao said, "You're really hungry now, really, really hungry … You want to eat."
"I don't want to eat. I'm not hungry …" Just as Rasfa finished speaking, his stomach rumbled. "I think I'm a bit hungry … Zola, bring me some food."
"Okay." When Zola walked out, she looked at Chen Zhao cautiously. Then she said to Paul, who was at the door, "Go in and keep an eye on that Asian. If there's anything wrong with him, kill him for me."
Chen Zhao crossed his legs and sat on the chair. A while later, Zola returned with some food.
Rasfa stuffed the food into his mouth eagerly. Paul had followed Rasfa for 20 years, but he'd never seen Rasfa eat like this.
In fact, ever since he'd known Rasfa, Rasfa's health had never been good and his appetite was terrible.
But now, Rasfa seemed to have become a different person. He was like a starving ghost.
"Zola, bring me some more food. I don't want fruit, I want meat. I'm really hungry. I need a full meal."
Zola and Paul were both dumbfounded. What was going on?
Were people always this hungry when they were about to die?
Zola brought some more food and Rasfa started wolfing it down again.
"I feel like my spirit is back. It feels so good. Burp …"
Was this the final radiance of the setting sun?
Zola guessed. Chen Zhao sat on the chair. "Madam, can you get me some food too? My pet and I haven't eaten anything either."
"Paul, go get some food."
She could get food for her father, but that didn't mean she'd stoop to helping Chen Zhao.
Paul came back with some hamburgers and kept one for himself.
"You have a snake? You actually brought such a dangerous thing to the hospital. "Zola saw a colorful snake crawl out when Chen Zhao opened the toolbox.
Chen Zhao didn't care about Zola's attitude. "Old man, are you interested in making that thing under you stand up again before you die? At least you can die happily, right?" Zola nodded. "That's right.
"What are you talking about?!" Rasfa's lower body had long lost its function, but his daughter did not know. She had always thought that her father was still a playboy.
"Alright, you don't need to …"
"Wait … You can do it?"
"If you need it, of course, no problem."
"Father."
Rasfa's expression darkened. "Zola, go out and take a seat."
"I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm already the mother of two children. It's just that … Father, when will you …"
"I don't want to talk about this."
"From his face, he probably hasn't touched a woman in ten years." Chen Zhao did not hide anything from Zola. He enthusiastically shared his diagnosis with Zola.
"Doctor, can you please respect the patient's feelings and privacy?"
"Sorry, I really don't like racists."
Now, Zola finally understood why Chen Zhao would say such harsh words to a dying man after seeing her father.
She had always known that her father had that tendency.
"You just said that I won't live past tonight or three days, right?"
"Let's wait for you to survive tonight and then discuss the next treatment. Plus, my treatment isn't cheap, especially for a racist. It's even more expensive."
Rasfa was depressed. If he had controlled himself a little more today, he might not have offended this Asian doctor.
After eating, Rasfa started to feel sleepy.
"Let's go out and sit," Chen Zhao said.
Seeing her father fall asleep, Zola was a little worried.
"Don't worry. If his vital signs change, there'll be an alarm. This is the intensive care unit."
"Okay."
Sitting in the corridor, Zola said, "Sir, I'm very sorry for all the things my father said to you."
"I don't need you to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. Plus, I won't forgive a racist."
"Sir, Miss, do you need coffee?"
"Thank you," Chen Zhao said. "One for me. I haven't stayed up in a long time."
"One for me too. What's your name?" Zola asked.
"Chen."
“chen
zhao？”
"Yes, just call me Chen."
"Which hospital do you work at? Or are you a private doctor? "
"No, I'm an illegal doctor." Chen Zhao chuckled.
Zola didn't ask further. She didn't care about Chen Zhao's identity as long as he could cure her father and delay his death.
Just then, a red-haired beauty walked over. "Zola."
"Reidra."
"How's your father?"
"He's fine. He ate a lot just now and he's asleep now."
Reidra looked at the time on her watch with a doubtful expression. "Are you sure he's asleep?"
"Yes," Zola said with certainty. "He's just asleep."
Rasfa knew Reidra's identity. Of course, Zola knew Reidra's identity too, so her tone was hostile.
"Sorry, I didn't mean that."
"It's nothing. I think you're done here. You can go back and rest."
"Pretty lady, can you give me your number? We can eat together when you're free."
"This is?"
"This is Chen, my friend."
"Sorry, Chen, I already have a boyfriend. My boyfriend doesn't like me eating with strangers."
Chen Zhao pursed his lips. Zola chuckled and watched Reidra leave. "Do you mind eating with me? Maybe we can have some other entertainment after dinner. "
"Err … I don't like to destroy other people's families."
"I'm single right now."
"Then no problem. As long as it's in my spare time, I'm happy to eat with a beautiful lady like you."
Zola wasn't young anymore. She was already in her early forties, but she took good care of herself. Her figure wasn't out of shape at all.
Chen Zhao didn't mind spending a good night with the mature woman before him. He didn't need to put any feelings into it, so why not?
"This is my personal number." Zola took out a business card. There was no title on it, only a name and a phone number.
"Are you going to sit here for the whole night?"
"I have to watch my father."
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