Chapter 6727
If you don't want to eat, then forget it.
The lens traced a thin, shimmering line of light across the ground, starkly bright under the pale lamplight, as if reflecting his shattered hope.
A tense standoff ensued in the ward, the atmosphere so tense it was suffocating.
Xiao Chen frowned slightly, making a move to take back the pill in his hand. His movements were unhurried, yet carried an air of undeniable authority.
"If you don't want to eat it, that's fine, but you still have to pay. After all, I worked hard to make it," Xiao Chen said calmly, his voice utterly undisturbed, as if it were just an ordinary transaction.
Upon hearing this, a resolute glint suddenly flashed in Liu Jianming's previously dim eyes.
He suddenly reached out and snatched the pill from Xiao Chen's hand. His movements were urgent and flustered, as if he were afraid that the pill would suddenly disappear.
Seeing this, the nurse quickly handed over a glass of warm water.
Liu Jianming swallowed the pill with warm water, tilting his head back. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, veins bulged on his forehead, and sweat slid down his cheeks, wetting his pillow.
Everyone involuntarily held their breath, their eyes fixed on the curves on the electrocardiogram monitor.
The curve that had been pulsating irregularly and emitting a piercing alarm sound had now become the only hope in everyone's hearts.
The monitor's piercing alarm suddenly stopped, and the ward fell into a deathly silence. Only the increasingly pungent smell of disinfectant could be heard, as if it were trying to seep into everyone's pores.
Just three minutes after Xiao Chen handed over the pill, Liu Jianming, the Jianming Group boss who was originally hunched over like a dead tree, suddenly began to tremble violently as if injected with an electric current.
His body trembled uncontrollably, his withered fingers gripping the silk sheets tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white. The fabric between his fingers ripped and snarled, making a soft tearing sound, as if he were using all his strength to fight against the disease.
“This…this is…” Liu Jianming gasped for breath like a broken bellows, his voice hoarse and weak, yet filled with shock and disbelief.
A hand covered in age spots suddenly touched his chest, where the pain, which had once felt like it had been crushed by a boulder, was now completely gone with each beat.
The faint hum of the central air conditioning vents sounded like heavenly music to him. He greedily inhaled the pungent smell of disinfectant, his whole body trembling as if he had been reborn.
His eyes glistened with tears of emotion, his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word.
The senses, which had been mercilessly imprisoned by illness for three years, were awakened at this moment, like a parched desert finally receiving sweet rain.
Everything in the ward seemed to have been enchanted, becoming incredibly vibrant.
The dazzling crystal chandelier casts shimmering light that moves slowly across the ceiling, like graceful sprites dancing, each ray of light brimming with life.
The occasional car horns outside the window became exceptionally clear; the sharp sounds were no longer annoying noises, but rather like a symphony of life, playing a melody of hope.
While everyone was still reeling from this sudden change...
The gold-trimmed sandalwood chair suddenly emitted a chilling creaking sound as it broke.
The sound was sharp and piercing, like a warning from fate.
Immediately afterwards, Liu Jianming lost control and fell to the ground, his body crashing heavily onto the Persian carpet.
The Persian carpet was soft and thick, instantly silencing his kowtow.
But that heart-wrenching cry rang out like thunder in the ward: "Mr. Xiao! What you gave me was more than just medicine, it was my life!"
The voice was filled with gratitude, awe, and the relief of surviving a catastrophe; it was as if a cry bursting forth from the depths of his soul. The light refracted from the crystal chandelier danced in his gray hair, as if bestowing upon him a mysterious halo.
The bulging veins on his neck created a strange yet striking contrast with the light and shadow in his hair, as if telling the story of the turbulent emotions within him.
His forehead slammed heavily against the ground, making a dull thud that sounded like a hammer striking everyone's heart.
Even so, he refused to raise his head, as if only by adopting such a humble posture could he express his gratitude to Xiao Chen.
The enamel teacup in the noblewoman's hand clattered to the ground, standing out starkly in the quiet hospital room.
The exquisite teacup shattered instantly, shards flying onto the Italian handmade carpet with a crisp cracking sound, like the sound of fate breaking.
The secretary, dressed in a suit and tie, instinctively grabbed the rickety leather filing cabinet. His body trembled slightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force, as if he wanted to crush the cabinet.
The clansmen surrounding the hospital bed took a step back, their faces filled with shock and fear.
The sound of their Adam's apples bobbing was clearly audible, a sign of their tension and unease.
This is a ruthless figure who can wield immense power and influence in the business world, and who remains unfazed even when competitors throw sulfuric acid at him.
At this moment, however, he pressed his forehead heavily against Xiao Chen's worn-out cloth shoes in an almost prostrate posture.
His body trembled slightly, as if he were telling Xiao Chen about the pain and torment he had suffered over the past three years, and his endless gratitude for Xiao Chen's life-saving grace.
"Get up." Xiao Chen frowned slightly and gently kicked away the gold-rimmed glasses that had rolled to the side of his feet.
The metal frame slid rapidly across the ground, leaving a trail of light, like the fleeting trace left by a shooting star across the night sky.
Then it slammed against the corner of the wall with a soft clang, as if it were a helpless sigh of fate.
His tone was as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth. "Transaction complete."
The voice seemed to carry an unquestionable authority, making people dare not disobey in the slightest.
Before he finished speaking, Liu Jianming had already deftly pulled out his crocodile skin wallet like a spring.
The wallet was made of soft material and exuded an expensive aura.
He swiftly slammed the platinum card and a bunch of ruby-encrusted keys onto the bedside table.
The sound was crisp and clear, causing the celadon incense burner on the counter to shake slightly, and incense ash fell down in a flurry.
Liu Jianming was panting heavily, and he wiped his tears and snot away roughly with his sleeve. The action was rough and urgent, as if he wanted to erase all the pain and humiliation he had suffered over the past three years.
His hoarse voice was filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster, like a drowning person finally grasping at a straw: "Emerald Bay Villa, with a 300-square-meter underground medicine shed. The place is quiet and the environment is good. You will definitely need it for refining medicine. In the future, if you need anything for refining medicine, just give me a call and I will arrange it for you immediately."
Xiao Chen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible sneer, and he flicked the bunch of keys with his fingers.
The crisp, pleasant sound of metal clashing echoed in the quiet hospital room.
He stared at the family crest on the keychain, an exquisitely carved emblem symbolizing the Liu family's power and status. (End of Chapter)