At Justinâs insistent request, Ryan and lan transferred him to another
hospital.
Justin lay on the white hospital bed with an IV drip hooked up to him
in the hospital room.
He had withered overnight. But his face was still so stunningly handsome that it made Ryan grit his
teeth.
âYou bastard. When youâre alive, youâre a menace to women. Youâll probably be a menace to female
ghosts in the afterlife, too. Tsk, tsk,
tsk⦠What a sinful man.â
Ryan sat on the chair in the opposite direction, crossing his arms over the back of the chair as he gave
Justin a playful look.
âHow much salt have you eatenâ¦? Youâre being so salty.â
Justin slowly opened his eyes, giving Ryan a sideways glance in
annoyance. He was in so much pain that his breathing was uneven. âI
coughed up two pounds of blood, but youâre making comments about
my looks? Iâll always be more handsome than you are⦠Is there anything else youâre unhappy about?â
âOh, my. Look at you. Iâm just teasing you to entertain you because
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you must be bored just lying there.â
It was not that Ryan was not concerned about Justinâs health. It was just that he did not want to bring
up any serious topics and felt that it was embarrassing for two adult men to be so emotional. âRest
assured, you wonât die. Iâve already gotten someone to find the
countryâs best internal medicine experts to treat you. I even
authorized them to use the machine, which costs $100,000 per use,
to treat your lungs. If theyâre still unable to treat you, Iâll go overseas
to find someone to treat you. Anyway, I can pay for it. Money talks, so
donât be afraid that I wonât be able to buy you back from the Grim Reaperâs hands!â
Justin frowned, thinking that Ryan was noisy.
âEven if you become completely paralyzed and can only move your
eyeballs, itâs fine. Iâll bring you with me wherever I go and let you become my attaché! Anyway, you still
have your bro even though you donât have a wife anymore. As your bro, I definitely wonât abandon
you!â Ryan patted his chest with pride.
Didnât have a wife anymore?
Attaché?
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Paralyzed?
Justinâs mouth twitched. No matter how he thought about it, he felt like that donkey was secretly
shading, scolding, and cursing him.
âZip your mouth shut now, and we can still be friends.â
Ryan smiled sheepishly. He could not help but still feel a bit glum. Still, he mustered the energy to give
Justin some encouragement. Justin, youâd better hang in there. If anything really happens to you, who
will your granddad rely on? Not to mention, you wonât have any successors. Those devils that call
themselves your family will probably devour everything you worked so hard for and your granddad
while theyâre at it!â
â
Justin felt his heart clench slightly.
Hé remembered that when he coughed up blood, it instantly seemed
like all hope was gone.
Before his eyes, only two peopleâs faces appeared his grandfather
and Bella Thompson.
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Justin took a deep breath to calm himself and said quietly, âIf I do have an untimely death, the position
of president will eventually fall into my older brotherâs hands. I took what was his in the first place. If it
werenât for his poor health, I wouldnât have become the successor to Salvador Corporation.â
âCut that bullshit! What era are we living in where they still pass the
throneâ to the eldest son? We prioritize capability over seniority in this era. Even if your brother was
healthy, your grandfather would have appointed you as the successor considering your talent and
ability!â Ryan often watched historical dramas with his mother and binge-
watched season after season.
Justin smiled faintly, feeling lucky to have such a happy-go-lucky
friend in his dull life.
âBut Justin, why did you insist on transferring hospitals? You only got
hurt because of Bella!â
Ryanâs butt did not leave the chair as he scooted forward two spaces up to Justinâs bed with his long
legs. âIt was such a good opportunity
to interact with her! If I were you, not only would I not transfer hospitals, but Iâd also run to her hospital
room and put on a pitiful show. It would be best if I happened to cough up blood in her
doorway too! How else would she know how much you did for her?
â
Girls like bad boys, and they love it when boys have tragic
circumstances, you know!â