Chapter 184

Yaser had just been transferred from the emergency room to a normal ward in Central Woolpackton Hospital. He was breathing

stably. His face has regained quite some color.

The anesthesia had not worn off yet, so he slept soundly.

“You guys came in time.” The middle-aged doctor in charge of resuscitating Yaser came out sweating and looking worried.

“The patient has suffered a lot of internal damage and bleeding. If he had come any later, his injuries would be

much worse, and he’d be in much more danger.”

Tears welled up in Coral’s eyes. She choked up and said, “Doctor, is my boyfriend alright? When will he come

around?”

“Oh, he has a good physical state. We rescued him in time and stopped the bleeding already.” The doctor pondered for a while

and said, “If all is well, he'll be discharged within two to three days, though he can’t do extreme sports. If he can afford it, he

could still continue staying here recuperating.”

Coral looked at Yaser, who was sound asleep. She finally let out a sigh of relief before looking at her friends

guiltily.

While Yaser fought off those thugs, they suffered some light injuries. They had put on some medicine and taken some painkillers.

They sat around Yaser’s bed, looking at each other and at Alexander.

They were on the eighth floor of the building. Alexander was standing by the window with his hands behind his back. He looked

at the square in front of the hospital with a narrowed gaze.

“A-Alex.” Coral carefully walked over to Alexander. She said softly. “Thank you for saving Yaser. I...”

A suddenly loud car honk interrupted Coral mid-speech.

Four cars came speeding over, honking all the way, disrupting the peace in the hospital. They drove and crashed into the main

gates of the hospital.

About 20 men in black, Jason, Byron, and a young man whose nose was covered in bandages, came out of the car. Some had

iron bars in their hands while others had knives. They walked into the hospital with a

murderous gaze.

The young man with the broken nose was the heir to the Youphoria Nightclub, the son of Woolpackton’s underground boss,

Tommy Lind. His nickname was The Prince.

“H-Hold right there.” Two security guards were horrified to see The Prince leading a group of men over, especially when they

noticed their weapons. They braced themselves and walked over. They smiled fawningly, “Guys, you're at the hospital...”

Ahard and fast slap landed right on the security guard.

Jason moved his wrist and pointed at The Prince. He sneered at the security guards. “You lapdogs. How dare you block our

way? Open your eyes and have a good look at who this person is!”

me, no matter how strong that man is, he’d still have to kneel and beg for forgivenesor

Cousin?

Byron’s eyes brightened and glearned excitedly.

That man might be strong, but Jesort’s cousin was the heir to the Youchora Nightclub, the famous Prince.

“Brot” Jason took his phone out and dialed his cousin’s number. “Someone got to me. He drove a Porschel He even kicked

Byron and sent him tying! We’re no match!

The Prince was silent for a while before saying “Where is he?

“Well Taken aback, Jason then said with gritted teeth, I’m guessing he’s most likely heading to the hospital Byron had hurt one of

his people. Intermal bleeding. They'll surely head to the foscital

“Okay, The Prince said silently. His voice was as cold and sharp as a blade. I don’t care which hospital they have gone to; I find

out where they are in less than 3 minutes. I don’t care who they are. The consequences for offending the Lind family will only be

deatS

Yaser had just been transferred from the emergency room to a normal ward in Central Woolpackton Hospital.

He was breathing stably. His face has regained quite some color.

The anesthesia had not worn off yet, so he slept soundly.

“You guys came in time.” The middle-aged doctor in charge of resuscitating Yaser came out sweating and

looking worried.

“The patient has suffered a lot of internal damage and bleeding. If he had come any later, his injuries would be

much worse, and he’d be in much more danger.”

Tears welled up in Coral’s eyes. She choked up and said, “Doctor, is my boyfriend alright? When will he come

around?”

“Oh, he has a good physical state. We rescued him in time and stopped the bleeding already.” The doctor

pondered for a while and said, “If all is well, he’ll be discharged within two to three days, though he can’t do

extreme sports. If he can afford it, he could still continue staying here recuperating.”

Coral looked at Yaser, who was sound asleep. She finally let out a sigh of relief before looking at her friends

guiltily.

While Yaser fought off those thugs, they suffered some light injuries. They had put on some medicine and

taken some painkillers. They sat around Yaser’s bed, looking at each other and at Alexander.

They were on the eighth floor of the building. Alexander was standing by the window with his hands behind

his back. He looked at the square in front of the hospital with a narrowed gaze.

“A-Alex.” Coral carefully walked over to Alexander. She said softly, “Thank you for saving Yaser. I...”

A suddenly loud car honk interrupted Coral mid-speech.

Four cars came speeding over, honking all the way, disrupting the peace in the hospital. They drove and

crashed into the main gates of the hospital.

About 20 men in black, Jason, Byron, and a young man whose nose was covered in bandages, came out of the car. Some had

iron bars in their hands while others had knives. They walked into the hospital with a murderous gaze.

The young man with the broken nose was the heir to the Youphoria Nightclub, the son of Woolpackton’s underground boss,

Tommy Lind. His nickname was The Prince.

“H-Hold right there.” Two security guards were horrified to see The Prince leading a group of men over, especially when they

noticed their weapons. They braced themselves and walked over. They smiled fawningly,

“Guys, you’re at the hospital...”

Ahard and fast slap landed right on the security guard.

Jason moved his wrist and pointed at The Prince. He sneered at the security guards. “You lapdogs. How dare

you block our way? Open your eyes and have a good look at who this person is!”

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The security guard who had been slapped stumbled backward. He looked at The Prince and was frightened

half to death. “Y-You’re The Prince?”

The Prince expressionlessly demanded, “Since you know it’s me, why are you still standing in the way? Slap

yourselves.”

“I'm sorry!” The security guards were almost in tears. They slapped themselves and whimpered. “Please have

mercy on us. We were blind to not see you! Please. We're just security guards. We didn’t mean to offend you!”

“Fuck off!” The Prince scoffed. He led Jason and the bodyguards into the building.

“The Prince! Sir!” A plump middle-aged man in a suit came running from the entrance. He sweated profusely as he apologetically

smiled. “Please don’t get angry. Let's talk.”

The Prince stopped in his tracks and swept that man a gaze. He narrowed his eyes.

The middle-aged man was the Director of Central Woolpackton Hospital, Bob Chilcott. As the director, Bob

was quite powerful. Not only was he skilled in medicine, but he was also highly respected. He was in his fifties

and quite famous among the upper class of society in Woolpackton. He had a close connection with many

wealthy people and even some of the underground bosses.

“Sir, please calm down.” Bob wiped away his sweat and smiled apologetically. “Whatever it is you wish, this is

the hospital. It’s best if you don't.....’

“Don't, what?” The Prince sneered. “Doctor Chilcott, who are you to interfere with what I’m doing?”

“Don’t get me wrong!” The frightened Bob immediately shook his head. “What I mean is that some of the

patients need rest. If they’re shocked, they’ll be in danger easily. If anything were to happen to them, this matter would blow up!

The hospital won't be able to answer to their families!”

Bob looked at The Prince’s face and said cautiously, “Why don’t I head up to get the people you’re looking for?

Can you settle this outside?”

The Prince looked at Bob and smirked. ‘I'll allow this today, Doctor Chilcott. You have a patient called Yaser

Gabrick. He’s with four other college girls. The man that they were with hurt my cousin at the Youphoria

Nightclub. Get him down to receive his punishment.”

Bob shook off his shock and nodded fervently. “Alright, I’ll go up to get them fight now!! promise I'll bring them

to you.”

The Prince harrumphed, then led the bodyguards out onto the square of the hospital. He looked up at the

building and sneered.

“Are you two idiots?” Bob came out as well. He yelled to the security guards, “What are you all standing there

for? Get The Prince a seat!”

The security guards who were beaten up a moment ago ran into the building and brought a metal chair out.

“Doctor Chilcott, I'll be waiting here.” The Prince took his seat and waved his hand with a smirk. “Go upstairs and get me the man

that beat up my cousin. Tell him that if he doesn’t come down, I'll go up and get him. I

don’t care who he is. He must die!”