"What are you doing?" Just then, a few people walked over.
"Maron, what happened?"
"This * sshole hit me! He hit me!" Maron pointed at Chen Zhao and yelled. His nose was still bleeding.
Chen Zhao looked at the people. They were dressed casually.
They probably weren't doctors or staff here.
The leader was a man in his thirties. He had his hands in his pockets.
He was dressed decently and had a faint smile on his face.
Some of the people behind him were burly, while others looked gentle.
Chen Zhao didn't know who they were either.
However, Chen Zhao wasn't afraid. As long as they didn't have guns, he wasn't afraid of fighting them head-on.
"He deserves a beating," Chen Zhao said indifferently.
The leader laughed loudly. "That's right. This * sshole deserves a beating. I think he's caused you trouble. Sorry."
Chen Zhao was a bit surprised. This person was easier to talk to than he'd imagined.
"Hi, I'm the director of Farran Art Company, Quincy Lansky."
"Hi." Chen Zhao shook hands with Quincy. "You can call me Chen."
It was a pair of strong hands, and a little rough.
Was he really the director of an art company with hands like that?
Quincy walked up to Maron and kicked him. "Stand up. Don't embarrass yourself here, * sshole. I didn't ask you to come here to cause trouble."
"I'm busy," Chen Zhao said. "Bye."
"Goodbye." Quincy was still as polite as ever as he looked at Chen Zhao's back.
"Boss, why didn't you help me teach that * sshole a lesson?" Maron asked unhappily.
Slap!
Quincy turned around and slapped Maron, sending him flying.
Quincy straightened his collar. "When are you going to behave yourself? We want you to keep a low profile, not cause trouble wherever you go. "
After being slapped, Maron didn't dare to speak anymore. He followed Quincy obediently.
…
"Why are you so slow?" Laurent complained. "Parking the car takes as long as an operation."
"If you keep talking, I'll beat you into the surgery room."
"Faur, look at this bastard. Do you think Fali will be bullied by him in the future?"
Laurent immediately went to Faur to complain. Faur already knew that the two didn't get along.
Ignoring them, she rolled her eyes at Laurent. "It's none of your business. Fali wants to be with Chen. Can you stop her? Stop messing around."
"You're all bullying me." Laurent's face was filled with resentment.
"Alright, which room is your friend in?" Faur was getting impatient.
"Area B, 0450."
"Fourth floor. Turn left after exiting the elevator. Fifth room," Faur said. "I still have work to do. I'll go there myself."
With that, Faur walked away with her hands in her pockets.
"Serves you right," Chen Zhao said gloatingly.
Laurent, on the other hand, looked at Faur's back with a wretched expression.
He found Ward 0450 in Zone B.
Laurent pushed the door open and entered. This was a public ward, and all six beds were occupied.
"Ha … Asand." Laurent's voice was loud again as he called out to his friend.
Chen Zhao saw a big bald head on the bed. The bald head looked familiar.
Where had he seen this person before?
Baldy looked at Laurent and shouted in the same loud voice, "Lower your voice, this is a ward."
Chen Zhao was speechless. One was indeed marked by the company one kept.
"Where's your big beard? Haha … "Laurent walked to the bed. The first thing he did was to laugh at the bald man's clean face.
He even touched Asand's chin shamelessly.
Asand was furious. He wanted to stand up and hit Laurent, but he couldn't.
Asand glanced at the people behind Laurent. Finally, his gaze locked onto Chen Zhao.
"Ah … It's you."
"You know me?" Chen Zhao thought. They'd indeed met before.
"It's you. I was hit by a car because of you. If not for you, I wouldn't be lying here."
"I don't remember hitting anyone."
Chen Zhao would believe that Asand was sent to the hospital because of him.
But it would be bullsh * t to say that he had hit someone.
Chen Zhao always drove slowly and followed all the traffic rules.
"Did you forget? Outside Beverly Hills, I was riding a motorcycle and you were driving an SUV. I kicked your car door. "
Everyone looked at Chen Zhao. This was a classic case of suicide.
With Chen Zhao's temper, it was normal for him to just drive over.
"Oh, I remember. You're that Knight." Chen Zhao finally understood. "I didn't hurt you, right? Plus, I called the ambulance for you in the end."
Asand had a big beard back then, but now that he'd shaved it, he looked like a fat, white old man.
So Chen Zhao didn't recognize him immediately.
"You hurt me, but I don't blame you."
Who asked for forgiveness?
Chen Zhao's face darkened. This had nothing to do with him.
The * sshole was hit by a car that ran a red light.
It seemed like the culprit had escaped.
"Asand, he's a doctor. He's here to treat you."
"Kid, can you help me stand up again? I've been in bed for almost two months. I feel like I'm going to mold. "
"Wait." Chen Zhao picked up the medical record hanging beside the bed.
His pelvis was fractured and he had many serious injuries.
It was mainly a fracture of the pelvis. Generally speaking, this kind of injury could be healed with enough time.
But Asand wasn't young, so his recovery speed was slow.
Young people would usually be able to move around in a month.
But Asand had been in bed for two months. The crack in his pelvis still didn't show any signs of healing.
Of course, this was also because of his serious injuries.
At this recovery speed, he would probably have to lie in bed for at least half a year.
For someone his age, lying in bed for half a year would cripple him.
Without enough exercise, his body would degenerate greatly and his muscles would wither.
"Laurent, are you paying for his consultation?"
"F * ck you, you dare to take my money? Do you think I'll tell Fali? "
"It's useless even if you tell her," Chen Zhao said matter-of-factly. "If you fall from upstairs and become paralyzed, I definitely won't take your money."
"Laurent, who's he to you?"
"My daughter's girlfriend."
"Oh, I remember. Four months ago, he even teased Fali," Chen Zhao suddenly said.
"F * ck you, Asand, how dare you bully my daughter!"
"You * sshole, when did I tease Laurent's daughter?"
"Remember the night we fought and went to the police station? One of the girls was Laurent's daughter, my girlfriend. "
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