Chapter 450

This is a rich people's club in the suburbs, with luxurious imitation European medieval architecture, distinctive and complete with all kinds of entertainment facilities; even the huge parking lot is now full of luxury cars.

A group of neatly uniformed security guards patrolled back and forth.

In front of the lobby doors opposite, courteous service attendants stood in two rows; inside the lobby, many well-dressed people gathered in small groups, among them pretty ladies, handsome young talents, and local entrepreneurs.

Heng Xian stood outside the main gate, gazing at the luxury cars and grand buildings, unable to help but feel dazed; in his previous life, just being in such places would have made him afraid to come.

At this moment, however, he merely felt it ordinary and vulgar.

Just then, a few security guards glanced over and immediately surrounded him in surprise; the head middle-aged guard sized him up and said, "We're not hiring here, we're full—try elsewhere."

Evidently, they had mistaken Heng Xian for a job applicant.

Heng Xian ignored them and stepped inside.

But after just two steps, several security guards surrounded him again, their faces turning cold; the middle-aged guard even blew his whistle.

Another five or six security guards came running, and halfway there they had already drawn the rubber batons from their waists.

"Young man, don't cause trouble! Don't you even ask what kind of place this is..."

The middle-aged guard issued a threat, but before he could finish, his vision blurred.

Heng Xian had vanished.

"Huh?"

A group of security guards instinctively looked around, then stood there dumbfounded.

After all, making a living person disappear in broad daylight with a "whoosh" only happens on TV.

"How... how could this be... ah!" a guard stammered, then suddenly pointed at his rubber baton—seeing that everyone's rubber batons had flattened into noodle-like strips!

The middle-aged guard immediately sterned his face, lowering his voice: "This place is built out in the wilderness; who knows if there's anything unclean—don't talk about this outside!"

"Understood!" the guards replied cautiously.

The lobby.

In an inconspicuous corner, Heng Xian appeared strangely; glancing at the people in the lobby, he saw about hundreds, all wealthy, their expressions solemn as they chatted.

After listening carefully and analyzing, he realized: there is an important figure who is ill here.

This person surnamed Xu, about fifty, is not only a well-known mogul in real estate, film, and logistics in this city, but also the uncle of the second-in-command!

Three years ago he developed uremia; reportedly, domestic and foreign treatment costs have already exceeded a hundred million, his kidney was replaced, and though he had improved over the past two months, who knew it would relapse these two days—he's now on the verge of collapse, even moving is dangerous!

The second-in-command had no choice but to personally order that Professor Chen from the City Medical University come treat him personally, and must rescue his uncle!

The A Miao and the middle-parted-haired youth he had met on the minibus earlier were Professor Chen's students.

This Boss Xu seems like a great target for making money!

Heng Xian glanced down the deep corridor, then flickered and vanished again!

Upon reappearing, he found himself outside a richly decorated, elegant room.

Around ten or more people stood there, each face tense, eyes bloodshot—clearly the patient's immediate family!

At that moment the room door was closed; inside came the beeping of various instruments and a person's urgent commands—clearly a rescue effort underway!

Heng Xian stood with arms crossed, waiting to one side.

After a full ten minutes, the sounds inside ceased entirely; the door opened and A Miao emerged in a doctor's white coat, her expression grim!

"How is he? How is Uncle?"

"Is my father all right?"

The ten or more people outside went forward to meet her.

A Miao sighed, gathered her words: "We... did our best; Professor Chen has done everything he could! Sorry!"

"Ugh..."

The ten or more people first fell silent, then burst into tears.

"Sorry!"

The room door opened again, and the middle-parted-haired youth came out with a group of doctors, led by a man in his fifties with an apologetic expression!

The patient's family, eyes red-rimmed, said: "Professor Chen, is there really no hope? My father/uncle is still young—just over fifty!"

Professor Chen shook his head: "It's too late—kidney rejection, seven complications; we can't bring him back, he's gone! Sorry!"

A group of hopeless relatives could no longer hold back their grief, covering their faces as they sobbed.

At that moment the middle-parted-haired youth spotted Heng Xian in the corner and widened his eyes: "Hey! What are you doing here?"

Professor Chen, Ah Miao, and a group of patients' relatives all looked over.

Suddenly, everyone felt a bit confused.

A nephew of the patient shouted, "Where did you come from? Get out! Security? Security!"

Heng Xian calmly said, "There's still hope for the last five minutes; are you sure you don't want to fight for it?"

"Secu... uh!"

The angry nephew froze: "What did you say?"

Professor Chen, Ah Miao, and the others were also completely baffled.

Heng Xian raised a finger: "I'm saying, the patient inside still has five minutes left to be saved; after these five minutes, even immortals would find it hard to rescue!"

A group of patients' relatives widened their eyes.

However, Professor Chen felt as if he had been offended, and angrily said, "Where did this brat come from spouting nonsense? The person is already dead—how can they be resurrected? Pure nonsense, what are you even doing?"

He is an authority in the medical field; how can something he's certain about be easily provoked?

Heng Xian calmly said, "I can resurrect the dead! I can even just cure him!"

After saying that, the patients' relatives exchanged glances and fell into collective silence!

Such a thing, happening suddenly like this, leaves people unable to react—resurrect the dead? Cure?

Professor Chen suddenly lost his anger, feeling it pointless to argue with a young whippersnapper; he nodded to the patients' relatives and left with his students.

A Miao and the youth with a center-parted hair pouted at Heng Xian, then followed him away.

Heng Xian still looked at the patient's family: "To save or not to save?"

A group of the patient's relatives exchanged glances; although this was somewhat bizarre, someone said they wanted to try to revive their own family member who had just died, even if it seemed crazy, it was worth a try!

One of the 'nephews' waved a hand: "Give it a try!"

Heng Xian raised a finger again: "I want one million!"

One million to revive a patient—price is fair, not a rip-off!

That 'nephew' said: "If you really have the ability to bring them back, not just one million—even three million or five million, we'll pay it!"

"Great!" Heng Xian nodded, lifted his leg, and walked into the room.

Professor Chen and the group of students, who hadn't gone far, turned back, finding it utterly absurd, and involuntarily came back, complaining: "The dead are to be honored; Manager Xu's corpse is still warm, your messing around is wrong!"

The group of patient's relatives also felt embarrassed; someone said: "The person has already been placed inside, let's give it a try, after all…"

"No after all!" Professor Chen said firmly: "I, Chen, have practiced medicine for over thirty years, am familiar with all kinds of tumors and cancers, have participated in treating no fewer than three thousand cases; the patient is already dead, there's no need to toss about!"

A Miao also said: "Yes! This is late-stage cancer; the patient's relatives should be familiar with the condition—you didn't go to Tokyo and Europe for treatment? Even the world's most advanced medical means can't bring them back, and it's just this greenhorn kid?"

The patient's nephews/nieces said: "Anyway… might as well treat a dead horse as a living one—give it a try!"

"Hehehe…" Professor Chen and the students laughed angrily.

However, the laughter had just begun when it was choked back, almost causing them to choke.

Only see the door open; a middle-aged person in patient garb, about fifty, with poor complexion, walked out, looked around: "Get some water to drink, I'm dying of thirst!"

(End of chapter)