Chapter 342: Discarded Pawn Bull Demon_1

Chapter 342: Chapter 342: Discarded Pawn Bull Demon_1

At this moment, he naturally assumed an authoritative demeanor and replied in a purely official tone, “Zhou Xian, our sacred duty as doctors is to try our best to cure every patient. Your sister’s condition is far from ideal. We can only put forth our full effort and cannot guarantee any specific outcome.”

As a doctor, he had long been trained in this regard; no matter how certain he was, he would not make a guarantee, and even if he had no confidence at all, he wouldn’t speak in absolutes.

In short, to consider the patient’s emotions and to avoid postoperative disputes with family members, this uniform response was always given.

“Oh.” Zhou Xian sneered dismissively, then turned and left.

He had initially pinned his hopes on the kidney transplant surgery, but now with Xu Fan’s assurance, he was inclined to trust Xu Fan a bit more, even though he knew nothing about him.

Doctor Lu watched Zhou Xian leave with a grim expression and scoffed under his breath, muttering, “Jerk!”

“Zhou Xian, that’s enough for today. I’m heading back now; see you on time tomorrow.” Xu Fan said his goodbyes as the conversation seemed to have reached its natural conclusion.

Zhou Xian nodded and prepared to see him out before returning to care for Zhou Xiaofu.

Unexpectedly, as they were passing the second floor, a roar of anger caught their attention.

The two exchanged a glance and couldn’t resist looking down the hallway.

“Hong Quan, I must have been blind to come across a heartless, ungrateful bastard like you. When I was making money, you were all smiles, treating me like the God of Wealth. Now that I’m hurt, you damn dog, you just want to wash your hands of me, and you’re so damn blunt about it.”

A burly man lay on a hospital bed in the hallway, his face twisted with rage, cursing profusely. Both of his legs were wrapped in layers of gauze, and he struggled to prop up his upper body to sit up.

“It’s Bull Demon.”

Xu Fan and Zhou Xian grew interested, having not expected to encounter him here.

They also hadn’t expected that Bull Demon, once so glorious in the ring, would be discarded like trash after losing a match, even if he hadn’t died, his situation wasn’t much better.

Hong Quan, having his pride rebutted, forced a dry laugh, “Well... I... I’m not actually like that.”

Zhou Xian really didn’t want this man to ruin his mood and said coldly, “While I’m still in a good mood, get as far away from me as you can.”

Hong Quan dared not say anything more and quickly fled.

Zhou Xian withdrew his disgusted gaze and thought for a moment, “Boss, Bull Demon is in a pretty bad state now. Since we’re here, why don’t we take a look?”

“Alright,” Xu Fan nodded.

Approaching Bull Demon, the latter opened his eyes, and upon seeing Zhou Xian, a surge of nameless anger rose in him, his expression growing ugly.

“Bull Demon, we meet again,” Zhou Xian greeted him.

“What a coincidence indeed. You just lucked out in winning against me and now you’re here to see me. Are you trying to show off, to enjoy seeing me in such a state?” Bull Demon suppressed the rage in his heart and snorted coldly.

“You’re thinking too much. I fought in the matches to earn money for my sister’s surgery; she’s also in this hospital,” Zhou Xian shook his head.

“I don’t want to talk to you, you can leave,” Bull Demon said, turning his head away, not caring whether what Zhou Xian said was true or false, petulantly.

Zhou Xian sighed helplessly, “Bull Demon, I bear you no ill will. In the arena, our fight was a matter of life and death. If I had lost, you might have killed me, then what about my sister? With no one to take care of her, her fate would be much worse than what you’re going through now. At least I spared your life. You have arms and legs; you won’t starve in the streets.”

Bull Demon was stunned, and after giving it some thought, realized it was indeed so.

“You’re right. I really should thank you for sparing my life. Had I won, you probably would be a corpse in a gutter by now.”

“It seems you can still distinguish right from wrong, good from evil,” Zhou Xian said with a slight smile, placing a card on the hospital bed, “Bull Demon, take this as a small gesture of goodwill, a hundred thousand yuan. Please accept it, the PIN is one to six.”

Bull Demon turned back, looking astonished. Once he was sure Zhou Xian was sincere and not mocking him, he was inwardly moved, but still shook his head, “I appreciate the thought. But keep your money; I don’t want to owe you.”

“Just take it. It’s not like I’m asking for anything in return.”

Bull Demon waved his hand, a self-deprecating expression on his face, “I never thought that when I’m down, my manager and friends, one after the other, treat me like trash and keep their distance. Yet here you are, my opponent, treating me like a human being. Now, isn’t that ironic?”