Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill! Chapter 129: Drunk in Broad Daylight?

The wealthy second-generation just can’t keep it together, huh? Just a little provocation and they break down themselves.

Ding Zhi whispered beside him, "Young Master Guo, you should have let do the price talk. You just showed our hand like that, which is really disadvantageous for us."

Ding Zhi was simply speechless at the idiocy of Guo Xiong.

We’re talking about ten million here, not a re thousand.

If you don’t haggle with them, what will you do if they want to raise the price?

But at this mont, Guo Xiong was already scared out of his wits.

He didn’t want to go to jail and pick up soap, especially soone with soft and delicate skin like him. Guo Xiong didn’t even dare to think about how he would be "specially taken care of" by the big brothers inside if he ended up there.

Guo Xiong spoke up, "Wu Bin, I’m not going to play gas with you. Ten million is the most I can give you. Just tell if you agree or not!"

After Guo Xiong finished speaking, he waited for Wu Bin’s response with extre unease.

Wu Bin also knew he couldn’t push Guo Xiong too hard. He pretended to be disappointed and said, "Fine then, for the sake of us being classmates, let’s settle on ten million."

At Wu Bin’s words, the live stream room was flooded with a barrage of comnts.

"My bro Wu is a millionaire now? That’s just outrageous!"

"No wonder I always felt that Wu Bin was smirking when he was getting beaten up. Turns out I wasn’t seeing things."

"Nonsense, who would smile when they’re getting beaten up? Unless they rembered sothing happy."

"Damn, I can’t stand this crappy job for a single day longer. I earn just a few thousand a month, but bro Wu gets ten million for taking a beating. Damn it!"

Before, the netizens were all indignant on behalf of Wu Bin.

After all, to be bullied by a foreigner in their own country?

Now that they saw Wu Bin had secured ten million in compensation, quite a few netizens had begun looking for black guys to, very enthusiastically, invite them for waterlon and fried chicken.

They were no longer angry; they too wanted to encounter a benefactor and escape their sea of suffering as soon as possible.

Wu Bin provided a bank account number and, not long after, the ten million was deposited.

After the money had arrived, Wu Bin had Luo You prepare paper and pen, and he imdiately wrote a letter of understanding.

This way, Guo Xiong wouldn’t be facing charges, since he really had only kicked Wu Bin twice.

Since the victim himself didn’t mind, there was no need for a case investigation.

Wu Bin handed over the letter of understanding to Luo You, who, after confirming there were no issues, left the hospital room with the letter.

Just as Luo You left, Wu Bin stood up from the bed and stretched.

"Alright, I’ve lied down enough, let’s get discharged."

Han Jiaoyan looked at Wu Bin with shock on her face.

"Wu Bin, the doctor said you’re still unstable and need to be observed for a few more days. You can’t be discharged yet."

Wu Bin smiled slightly.

The reason he had a massive bleed was entirely because Wu Bin could now control the production of platelets in his body.

Now, Wu Bin could bleed if he wanted to, and revert to normal when he wished. It was very flexible, and his body had no issues whatsoever.

"Don’t worry, I know my own body. Go wait outside for . I’ll change clothes and leave."

No sooner had Wu Bin spoken than Li Guotai pushed open the door of the hospital room and walked in.

He looked at Wu Bin, who could already get out of bed and move freely, and seed not at all surprised.

Li Guotai handed a dical report to Wu Bin.

"You, are you ssing with us on purpose? Your vitals were critical when you were brought in, but now the examination shows everything is normal again. What’s the deal with that?"

Li Guotai had exceptional dical skills and a quick mind.

If this had happened to soone else, Li Guotai might have sat up from his sleep in the middle of the night to ponder what exactly was going on.

But since it happened to Wu Bin, Li Guotai was inclined to think in terms of the taphysical.

Ordinary science simply didn’t apply to Wu Bin anymore.

Wu Bin chuckled.

"I really don’t know. Maybe I just have good constitution and strong recovery ability," he said.

"Director, look, I’m all fine now. Can I be discharged?" he asked.

Li Guotai waved his hand impatiently.

"Get lost, this is your private room anyway. Just co and go as you please, no need for any discharge procedures, it’s a hassle," he said.

Wu Bin thanked him profusely.

The viewers in the live stream burst into laughter.

"Director Li doesn’t seem to care about Brother Wu anymore, even though he was so enthusiastic about him before," they comnted.

"If you were a doctor and had a patient who kept rushing to the ergency room every other day, you’d be fed up too," another said.

"Yeah, resuscitation work is essentially snatching people from King Yan’s grasp, and every ti Brother Wu arrives at the hospital, he goes straight to the resuscitation room. All these directors and professors are always on alert, they’re not young anymore, they can’t handle it," soone else added.

At that mont, the netizens could fully empathize with the state of Li Guotai and the other aging professors.

They were both excited and exhausted.

Excited because they could always extract valuable dical data from Wu Bin, exhausted because to get these firsthand materials, they not only had to be ready to resuscitate Wu Bin at any mont, but also had to imdiately study the data and write papers after each incident.

Many of the older professors were finding the intense work pace too much to bear.

But for the advancent of Dragon Country’s dical career, and for the chance to go down in history, none of them dared to slack off.

After changing his clothes, Wu Bin had just stepped out of the ward when he saw Freeman, encased in a cast and sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed over.

Wu Bin grinned upon seeing him.

"Yo, isn’t this our bro Freeman? What happened in the few hours since I last saw you that you’ve ended up in a wheelchair?" he jested.

Seeing Wu Bin standing in front of him, lively as a dragon, Freeman’s eyes bulged, and he angrily pounded on his wheelchair.

What was going on!

Wasn’t this kid supposed to be at death’s door from the beating he took?

Now here he was standing as straight as a javelin. This was supposed to be at death’s door?

If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was the one who had been beaten!

"You must be Wu Bin, right? I’m a teacher from the University of Michigan and their supervisor," a man in a suit said gravely.

"Wu Bin, we already know about you sending Freeman waterlon and fried chicken," he said.

"We will sue you under the federal provocation and insult laws. Please don’t be so arrogant," he stated.

Wu Bin was first stunned, then looked at the middle-aged man like he was looking at an idiot.

"What did you just say? You’re going to sue under federal law?" he asked.

"Are you drunk in broad daylight?" he continued.

"You’re in Dragon Country now. You have to abide by our laws and customs, you know?" he explained.

"And besides, he still owes the driver’s fare. Since you’re the person in charge, you should pay for him," he added.

Wu Bin stretched out his hand toward the supervisor, gesturing for him to hand over the money quickly.