“What are you doing?” Just then, a few people came over.

“Maron, what happened?”

“That f*cker hit me. He hit me!” the tall and skinny guy named Maron cried out, pointing at Chen Zhao. His nose was still spewing blood.

Chen Zhao glanced at the men. They were wearing regular clothes.

They probably weren't doctors or workers here.

The leader was in his early thirties and had his hands stuffed in his pockets.

He was dressed nicely and had a light smile on his face.

Some of the men behind him were burly while the others looked scholarly.

Chen Zhao couldn't figure out their backgrounds.

However, he didn't back down either. As long as they didn't have guns, he wasn't afraid of going up against them.

“He deserved a beating,” Chen Zhao said indifferently.

The leader laughed out loud. “Yes, that *sshole deserves a beating. I guess he caused trouble for you, sorry.”

Chen Zhao was a bit surprised. This guy was easier to talk to than expected.

“Hi, I'm the CEO of Sven Arts Company, Quincy Slanch.”

“Hi.” Chen Zhao shook hands with Quincy. “You can call me Chen.”

His hands were strong but a bit rough.

Could someone with those hands be the boss of an arts company?

Quincy walked over to Maron and kicked him. “Get up. Stop embarra.s.sing me, you *sshole. I didn't tell you to come so you could cause trouble.”

“I still have other things, so I'll take my leave,” Chen Zhao said.

“Goodbye.” Quincy was still polite as he watched Chen Zhao's back.

“Boss, why didn't you let me teach that guy a lesson?” Maron asked unhappily.

Crack!

Quincy turned with a backhanded slap. Maron was sent flying.

Quincy smoothed his clothes. “When can you act properly? We have to keep a low profile instead of causing trouble wherever we go.”

Maron was. .h.i.t and didn't dare to make another sound. He followed obediently behind Quincy.

“You're so slow with whatever you do,” Laurent complained. “Parking a car takes as long as a surgery.”

“If you keep talking, I'll send you to the surgery room.”

“Faur, look at this b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Do you think Fali would be bullied by him?”

Laurent instantly went to Faur to complain. Faur already knew that Chen Zhao and Laurent didn't have a smooth relations.h.i.+p.

She didn't feel like talking to them and rolled her eyes at Laurent. “It's none of your business. Can you stop Fali if she wants to be with Chen? Stop causing trouble.”

“You're all bullying me.” Laurent's face was filled with anger.

“Okay, which room is your friend in?” Faur was getting impatient.

“Zone B, room 450.”

“Fourth floor, take a left after the elevator, fifth room,” Faur said. “I still have other work. Go over by yourself.”

With that, Faur left with her hands in her pockets.

“Your own fault,” Chen Zhao said gleefully.

Laurent looked at Faur's back with an unhappy expression.

They found room 450 in Zone B.

Laurent pushed the door open and went in. This was a shared room with six patients.

“Ha… Asand!” Laurent was super loud and just started calling out to his friend.

Chen Zhao saw a bald guy in one of the beds. He looked a bit familiar for some reason.

Where did Chen Zhao see him before?

The bald guy looked at Laurent and also started yelling, “Speak softly! This is a hospital room!”

Chen Zhao was speechless. People really did turn into their friends.

“Where's your big beard? Haha…” Laurent went to the bed and started laughing at the bald guy's clean face.

He even annoyingly went to touch Asand's chin.

Asand lost his temper and tried to hit Laurent, but he couldn't get up.

He glanced at the people behind Laurent. Finally, his eyes landed on Chen Zhao.

“Ah… It's you.”

“You know me?” Chen Zhao thought they indeed had met before.

“It's you. It's because of you that I got run over. If not for you, I wouldn't be laying here.”

“I don't remember running someone over.”

He would believe it if the guy said he was sent to the hospital by getting beat up.

But it was bullsh*t to say that Chen Zhao had run him over.

Chen Zhao drove slowly and followed all the rules.

“Did you forget? It was outside Beverly Hills. I was riding a motorbike and you drove an SUV. I kicked your door.”

Everyone looked at Chen Zhao. This was like suicide.

With Chen Zhao's temper, running the guy over was normal.

“Oh, I remember. You're the rider.” It finally made sense to Chen Zhao. “That's not my fault. Plus, I'm the one who called the ambulance for you.”

But Asand had a big beard before. Now that he'd shaved his beard, he was just a fat old man.

That was why Chen Zhao couldn't recognize him.

“It's your fault, but I don't blame you.”

I don't need your forgiveness?

Chen Zhao's expression darkened. This had nothing to do with him.

That *sshole had gotten hit after running a red light.

And the person responsible had run away.

“Asand, he's a doctor. He's here to help you.”

“Kid, you can help me stand up again? I've been laying in bed for almost two months. I think I'm rotting away.”

“Wait.” Chen Zhao picked up the records hanging on the side of the bed.

He'd cracked his pelvis and had many serious injuries all over.

The cracked pelvis was the main thing. Usually, this kind of injury could heal with enough time.

But Asand wasn't young anymore, so he healed very slowly.

A young person would be able to move normally in around a month.

But Asand had been laying there for two months and he didn't have any obvious signs of recovery.

Of course, this was also due to the severity of his injuries.

With this rate of recovery, he'd probably have to lay around for half a year.

For someone of his age, he would waste away in half a year.

Without enough exercise, his body could weaken and his muscles could go through dystrophy.

“Laurent, are you paying for his clinic fee?”

“F*ck, you want to take my money? You want me to tell Fali?”

“It doesn't matter if you tell her,” Chen Zhao said matter-of-factly. “I wouldn't take your money if you fall from the second floor and disable your lower body.”

“Laurent, who is he to you?”

“My daughter's boyfriend.”

“Oh, I remember!” Chen Zhao suddenly said. “He flirted with Fali four months ago.”

“F*ck, Asand! You're bullying my daughter?”

“You f*cker, when did I flirt with Laurent's daughter?”

“Remember that night we had a fight and went to the police station? One of the girls was Laurent's daughter, my girlfriend.”

“I never flirted. You beat up my men.”