When Rasfa heard the news, he flew into a rage and flew into a rage on the spot.
Just kidding, no matter who he is, no one has ever made such a request to him.
This made him unable to calm down, but his body became increasingly uncomfortable.
This forced him to call his personal doctor and health consultant, Redela.
Redela is a red-haired beauty, but Rasfa no longer has the energy to pay attention to Redela's beauty at the moment.
What's more, Redela was bribed by people from other factions.
Redela hurriedly performed a physical examination on Rasfa, with a very solemn expression: "Mr. Rasfa, I suggest you go to the hospital now and have a comprehensive examination."
"No, I don't have that time." Rasfa directly rejected Redela's suggestion, but what followed was a series of heavy coughs: "Ahem... I have a very important meeting tomorrow, you can hold it for me... Prescribe some medicine..."
"Sorry sir, I can't do that. If you still insist not to go to the hospital, the place you will go to tomorrow may not be the conference room, but the morgue. Now, as a doctor, I solemnly tell you about your current physical condition. You can die at any time and at any time. I am not being alarmist. It is best for you to go to the hospital now. This may save your life. Your body is in urgent need of delay."
Even from a professional point of view, Rasfa's body functions are now almost completely collapsed. Even if he is admitted to the hospital, he may not be able to survive for 24 hours.
At this time, if she prescribes medication, it would be tantamount to murder. Even if she is not convicted of murder, her medical license will be revoked.
What is a health consultant? It is to make correct advice to patients and employers when needed.
Even if she was bribed by others, it would still be a moral issue.
But in the professional field, she never violates her professionalism.
"I'm not going to the hospital."
Redela turned to look at the entourage beside her: "Paul, I suggest you call Mr. Rasfa's daughter and tell her that I am not joking."
"Okay, okay, I'm going to the hospital, please don't call her."
"Sir, I'm going to prepare the car." Paul said.
Rasfa was reluctantly sent to the hospital, and then under Redela's arrangement, a comprehensive physical examination was performed.
Rasfa was sent to the special care unit, and no one has come to tell him the test results yet.
But he could feel that his body was getting worse.
It's so bad, it's an unprecedented feeling.
Although he felt uncomfortable before, he felt that he could hold on.
But this time was different, he really had some bad premonition.
"Paul, Paul, come in," Rasfa shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Sir, do you have any orders?"
"Call that doctor and ask him to come. I'll give him $100,000! Tell him to come here quickly."
No matter how tough your attitude is, it is nothing compared to your own life.
He didn't mind giving in and paying $100,000 if it would save him.
Just then, a woman in her forties came in, her daughter Zola.
"Zola, why are you here?"
As his woman, Zola inherited almost all of Rasfa's character, being strong and capable.
Both marriages were because she valued work more than family.
However, Zola has very high requirements for his own image, and he always has an image designer by his side wherever he goes.
But today, Zola actually went out without makeup, and she looked like she had cried.
"Father, how are you?" Zola tried her best to control her emotions.
"Is my condition serious?"
"No, you have some minor health problems. If you stay in the hospital for a few days, you can continue to fool around with your little bitches."
"How long do I have?" Rasfa asked in a low voice.
"Father, the situation is not as bad as you think."
"How long do I have?"
"The doctor said..." Zola said with tears in her eyes, "He said you might... might not survive tonight..."
Rasfa was immediately confused. He thought Zola would talk for several months. Isn't that how it is done in movies
"But...but I feel...I don't feel that bad..."
Yes, people who are about to die feel like this. This is the reflection of light.
This old body is forcibly extracting the last life force.
Zola lowered her head and said nothing.
At this moment, there was a noise outside.
Zola was immediately angry. This is a hospital, a special care unit!
"What's going on outside?"
Paul walked in: "Sir, the doctor came today, but he was stopped outside the special care ward by the hospital's security guards. The doctor forced the pet to come in. He said the pet couldn't come in, and he wouldn't come in either."
"Nonsense, get that bastard away, he's not needed here." Zola shouted angrily.
"Let him come in and talk to the security guard." Rasfa doesn't want to die yet. The closer he is to death, the more he fears death. This is human nature and no one can change it.
After a while, Chen Zhao came in, carrying a toolbox and holding a Shar-Pei in one hand.
"Haha... Old Jewish man, I said you wouldn't survive tonight. Do you believe me now?"
"Who are you? How dare you speak to my father in this tone? I think you don't want to stay in Los Angeles anymore."
"Your father, madam, I think you must first find out what your father said to me today. I rarely hate a person, but your father will definitely be on my blacklist."
"Okay, Zola." Rasfa suppressed his anger and said: "Sir, I am sorry for what I said to you today."
"No need to apologize, I'm not here to reconcile with you, just for a hundred thousand dollars, that's all."
Rasfa's chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing became a little forced.
He didn't even have the energy to get angry now, he just looked at Chen Zhao with an extremely strong desire to survive.
"You know my condition, right?"
"Of course, I warned you during the day today. By the way, using my Eastern witchcraft, it is obvious that my prediction worked and you are almost dead now."
"Then you should know that if your treatment doesn't work, not only will you not get one hundred thousand dollars, but I will probably throw you into the sea and feed it to the sharks."
"Drink this." Chen Zhao held a small bottle with black liquid inside.
"What is this?" Zola immediately grabbed the small bottle. She was full of distrust of Chen Zhao. This was because the first impression Chen Zhao gave her was so bad.
"A thing that can let him live for three more days." Chen Zhao shrugged: "Old white man, why do you still need to hesitate? If this thing doesn't work, I may be charged as a murderer, but you have nothing to do with it. It’s a huge loss, isn’t it? You’re going to die anyway, do you think it’s necessary for me to kill you in advance at the expense of myself?”
"Zola, give me that potion."
"Father."
"He's right," Rasfa said.
At this point he had no choice, he had to accept it.
"If my father dies, I won't let you go."
"Madam, please understand. I said this medicine can only last him three days. After three days, if you need follow-up treatment, please make an appointment in advance. Thank you."
(End of chapter)