Chapter 351
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The bald middle-aged man was furious. He had nowhere to vent his anger.
He looked at Chen Zhao with disgust.
"Are the people in your school all so uncultured?"
The bald middle-aged man suddenly felt a gust of hot air behind him. Turning around, he saw a bloody mouth aimed at his head.
Roar!
In an instant, the bald middle-aged man felt the threat of death, and the few strands of hair on his head were blown up by the sound wave.
"Ah …" The bald middle-aged man fell to the ground in fear and peed his pants.
"Haha …" The boxing club members all laughed.
Wright stood in front of the middle-aged baldy and looked down at him. "Mr. Burke, please watch your words. If you speak rudely in front of my people again, I'll chop you into pieces and feed you to the bears."
Wright's words were really domineering. The bald middle-aged man didn't even dare to make another sound.
Wright walked to Chen Zhao. "Chen, good job."
Not only did the boxing club members approve of Chen Zhao, but Wright did too.
One shouldn't think that an eighty-year-old woman wasn't hot-blooded.
Being bullied to the point of being a yes-man and still trying to reason with the other party was too cowardly.
"What happened inside?"
"Why are they being carried out of the boxing club?"
"They're from UCSF, right?"
"Did they fight with the boxing club?"
The students surrounded the boxing club and watched as more than ten people were carried out.
Eveleigh and Normans were also at the door. Soon, they saw Chen Zhao walk out with Princess.
"Chen, come here."
"What?" Chen Zhao walked to Normans and Eveleigh.
"What's wrong with them?"
"What do you mean?"
"I saw them just now. They're all from UCSF's swimming team. Don't tell me that their injuries have nothing to do with you."
"Why are you so sure that it has something to do with me? I've stressed many times that I'm a pacifist. "
Just then, a few boxing club members walked out. When they reached Chen Zhao, they greeted him. "Mr. Chen, we're leaving."
"Oh."
Another boxing club member walked out. "Mr. Chen, you're too good."
Another boxing club member walked out. "Mr. Chen, you're my idol from now on."
Eveleigh and Normans looked at him. "Pacifist."
They had already guessed that it might be the conflict between the people from UCSF and Chen Zhao's first meeting. Now, it had exploded. They didn't expect Chen Zhao to defeat them all.
It was really pitiful. These unlucky kids probably really thought that Chen Zhao was a swimming coach.
When Zanla Douglas was carried out, the surrounding students gasped in surprise.
Someone recognized Zanla Douglas.
Eveleigh also recognized Zanla. She turned to Chen Zhao. "You did it?"
Zanla Douglas' arms were twisted in an unnatural way. Half of his face was swollen, and one of his eyes was almost blown out. Blood was oozing out of his eyes and mouth.
Chen Zhao shrugged. "He pissed me off."
"What did he do?"
"Whatever he did to Tiger, I'll do to him," Chen Zhao said.
Zanla's injuries were more serious than Tiger's.
…
Tiger was sent to Chantilly Hospital. Chen Zhao planned to check on him.
As soon as he got out of the car, someone called him. He turned around and realized that it was Tim Waltz.
"Hello, Mr. Tim."
"Hello, Mr. Chen." Tim Waltz didn't expect to see Chen Zhao here again.
He was very grateful that Chen Zhao had saved Hoffman.
Of course, he didn't just feel grateful. He also admired Chen Zhao.
After all, Hoffman's physiological characteristics had almost disappeared. Only Tim could firmly believe that his son was still alive.
Not only did he insist on his judgment, but he also did something that the other doctors couldn't do even if they worked together.
Tim Waltz had checked with professionals about the situation at that time.
Almost all of them described it as unbelievable. A failed surgery and a person pushed out of the surgery room was almost a dead person.
But Chen Zhao could pull such a dead person back.
He even corrected the failed surgery and completed the entire process. This could only be described as unbelievable.
"Mr. Chen, I have a question. Do you have time?"
"What question?"
"I've asked some specialists. They said that Hoffman isn't suitable for sports, but you told him that he can exercise properly? Really? "
"Yes."
"Then can you answer me, who is right between you and those experts?"
"Check Hoffman's body again and then give the report to the specialists," Chen Zhao said. "I have something to do. I'm leaving. Bye."
Tim Waltz was confused. Did something happen to Hoffman's body?
Why did he have to check his body again?
Chen Zhao entered the hospital and went to find Faur.
"Chen, why are you here again? To see Wate Leeders again? "
"No, it's one of my students who went to the hospital. Can you help me find his examination report?"
"What's his name?" Faur searched on the office computer.
"Tiger, 21 years old."
Faur pulled out Tiger's report. "Take a look yourself. How did your student get so badly injured?"
"He drank too much and fell."
Chen Zhao turned the monitor in front of him. When he saw the report, his heart felt heavy.
Tiger's injuries weren't caused by Chen Zhao, but it was more or less related to him.
"Left eye retinal detachment, vitreous hyperemia, cornea damage that can't be repaired, and lens necrosis. No matter how much he fell, he wouldn't be like this. Also, he has comminuted fractures in his arms. Was he hit by a car?"
Faur looked at Chen Zhao. "Are you going to treat him?"
"Yes."
"Do you need me to arrange it for you?"
"No, I'll tell him myself."
Chen Zhao stood up. "I'm leaving."
Chen Zhao found Tiger's room. Tiger's family was there too.
Tiger had already woken up. When he saw Chen Zhao walk in, indescribable sorrow appeared on his face.
Today, he finally understood how big the difference between him and a top professional boxer was.
However, he'd already woken up when he was in the ambulance. The boxing club member who'd been with him had told him what had happened.
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