Meow, meow —
Samuel stood beside the flowerbed and stretched out his paw.
"Human, become my believer. I'll grant you endless wealth and glory. Use the food in your hands to serve your master."
"Such a cute kitten."
"What breed is this?"
"Be good, come and eat this."
Meow, meow, meow —
"Very good. You've already accepted my loyalty. You'll be my first batch of believers. Go, spread my faith."
After his three believers left, Samuel jumped onto Chen Zhao's table.
Chen Zhao was sitting on a chair in an outdoor cafe. Samuel strode proudly. "Human … No, Master, did you see? I've already developed three believers. This is my first step to conquering the world."
"Yes, very good. Keep working hard," Chen Zhao answered casually.
"If you beg me, I'll give you my food." Samuel looked at Chen Zhao proudly.
Chen Zhao glanced at the drumstick beside Samuel's mouth. "You can enjoy it yourself."
"You really don't want it? This golden skin is filled with an alluring aroma and a tender texture. It's definitely the best enjoyment in the world. "
As the demon king of Hell, Chen Zhao didn't doubt Samuel's strength at all.
After all, he'd seen how powerful a superior demon was. As a demon king, Samuel was definitely stronger than Beelzebub Zofee and Orris.
Apart from that, he was still inexperienced. He was a complete bumpkin.
"When I rule the world, I'll make a law that only my believers can enjoy this."
"This is fried drumstick," Chen Zhao reminded.
"Oh, fried drumstick."
"Finish it and go to the hospital."
…
"Mr. Tim, your son's in danger."
"He's in the operating room now."
"What's wrong with Hoffman?"
"He had a ventricular deformity correction surgery half a year ago, but his endocardium still has its own muscle memory, so his endocardium didn't grow according to the shape of the postoperative ventricle. It's an obstruction in the ventricle."
"You told me that Hoffman's operation was successful. Why are you telling me these strange symptoms now?" Tim Waltz didn't understand at all. He only knew that his son was in danger.
"Mr. Tim, this is unpredictable. No one can predict the growth memory of muscle tissue," the attending doctor explained.
"Then let me ask you, can Hoffman leave the operating room safely now?"
"This … I … I'll try my best."
"I don't want you to try your best. I want your promise."
"I …"
"If I hear bad news, I'll stuff you into the Somali Trench."
The attending physician lowered his head. "I'll go in and perform the surgery first."
He didn't dare to take the blame for Tim Waltz. He was one of the richest men in America. He even had shares in this hospital.
If he really wanted to throw someone into the Somali trench, no one would be able to save them.
Just then, a red-haired beauty walked over. Tim Waltz glanced at her and looked unhappy. "Miss Reidra, you're too late."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Tim."
"Hoffman has always been recuperating according to your instructions, but now he's in danger again. Can you explain this to me?"
Reidra looked troubled. "Mr. Tim, you have to understand that Hoffman was born with a ventricular malformation. After the surgery, although it was successful half a year ago, he still can't move like a normal person. This is because his ventricles are artificially shaped. In reality, they're still very weak. The treatment plan I arranged for Hoffman can only avoid most of his dangers. It's not an absolute guarantee."
"I pay you twenty thousand dollars a month. What I want is an absolute guarantee."
"No one can guarantee anything," Reidra said matter-of-factly. "I'm only his health consultant. I can only give suggestions, but I can't treat him directly. If I can guarantee a hundred percent, it won't be twenty thousand but two hundred thousand."
"If you can guarantee my son's life, I don't mind paying you two hundred thousand a month."
Just then, a red light suddenly lit up above the operating room.
"What does this mean?" Tim Waltz asked.
Reidra saw the flashing red light and her expression became unnatural.
Just then, another two people in white coats entered the operating room.
"Miss Reidra, what's going on?"
"It's an emergency," Reidra said with a serious expression.
"How urgent?"
"His life is in danger. During the surgery, there's an accident and other doctors are needed. It's rare."
"You're saying that Hoffman is in danger now?"
Reidra nodded. "Very dangerous."
"Open the door, open the door … I want to see Hoffman! Open the door. "
"Mr. Tim, you're disturbing the doctors inside to save Hoffman." Reidra pulled Tim Waltz back.
Tim Waltz paced back and forth uneasily outside the operating room.
As time passed, Tim Waltz became more and more uneasy.
"Miss Reidra, it's been so long. Hoffman should be fine, right?"
Reidra remained silent. Tim Waltz was a little angry. "Say something."
"Mr. Tim, what do you want me to say? Can I tell you something that will make you feel better? " "The longer it takes, the worse it will be for Hoffman," Reidra said. "A long surgery isn't just dangerous for Hoffman, it's also a huge burden for the doctors."
Tim Waltz grew even more uneasy. "How long will it take for Hoffman to come out?"
Reidra wasn't the doctor. How would she know how long it would take?
Finally, three hours later, the door to the operating room opened.
A few doctors and medical staff walked out.
"Doctor, how's Hoffman?"
The doctor took off his mask and looked troubled. "Mr. Tim, I'm sorry."
"I don't understand what you're saying. I'm asking you how's Hoffman."
"My condolences."
"You bastard, what are you saying?! Explain yourself. "Tim Waltz suddenly lost control and slapped the doctor's collar.
"Mr. Tim, can you calm down? This is a hospital. "
"I'm the major shareholder here. I can say whatever I want!" Tim Waltz roared. "I want to hear good news. Tell me good news! How's Hoffman? "
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