【"Sorry, but I was taught from childhood not to support your views, you've got the wrong person." (as soon as the money arrived) "I'm very accurate when I judge people!"】
【"That's true, too true!"】
【"Honestly, I'd like to replace Bai Liang; with money, you really can do anything!"】
【"I'm jealous, I, Gilgash, am turning purple, why can Bai Liang play in every dungeon with beautiful ladies?"】
【"This is the power of money, as the saying goes, the poor rely on mutations, the rich on technology; the power of money is sothing you can't even imagine."】
【"Look, with money you can even change others' worldview."】
【"If you can't solve a problem with money, it ans only one thing – you don't have enough money."】
...
“Pour so water,” Bai Liang said, then asked, “Is there any news on your case?”
To deal with future objectives, he first needed to deal with the chief doctor.
If the issue could be resolved with money, that would be best, but if not, other thods would have to be employed.
For instance, spending even more money.
Fang Zhiyi poured water and handed it to Bai Liang, replying, “No, that chief doctor you ntioned seems a little different.”
“Oh? How is she different?” Bai Liang raised an eyebrow.
“She doesn't seem very interested in money,” Fang Zhiyi frowned. “I tried talking to her, hinting that I could offer her money, but she always avoided direct answers or said sothing vague to my questions.”
“In short, she's a rather difficult person.”
Hearing this, Bai Liang nodded.
If that were true, she would indeed be difficult to deal with.
But one thing was certain: she clearly knew what was going on. If he could make her reveal secrets, he could get a lot of useful information.
“I also noticed sothing else,” Fang Zhiyi suddenly said.
Bai Liang looked at her:
“What is it?”
“She's very beautiful!” Fang Zhiyi looked strangely at Bai Liang and added, “At least, in my opinion, her figure and appearance are excellent; you're definitely going to like her.”
“That's it? I thought you were going to say sothing important,” Bai Liang looked at her with surprise. “Don't think I'm the type who only thinks with his lower body; I have very high standards!”
Fang Zhiyi looked at him with an even stranger expression:
“But just now, your behavior was completely different. You looked at those nurses so much they blushed like apples.”
“That only says one thing,” Bai Liang spread his hands. “They all match my taste.”
Fang Zhiyi: ... He's right, I can't argue with that.
“So, your tastes are indeed high.”
She had chosen them, so Bai Liang wasn't wrong about that.
“And how old is that doctor?” Bai Liang drank so water and continued to ask.
“I don't know, but judging by appearances, she's no older than 27,” Fang Zhiyi replied thoughtfully. “And for you, isn't the main thing that she's beautiful? Age isn't that important, is it?”
“No, no, no,” Bai Liang handed her the glass of water and said with a slight smile, “You should know that n are always loyal; we always love the young and beautiful.”
Fang Zhiyi looked at him silently. Yes, that's truly very “loyal.”
Placing the glass on the table, she turned and asked:
“What are your plans for the future?”
“Hmm... Please push in the wheelchair, let's go for a little stroll,” Bai Liang mused, then said.
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow:
“The doctor said your condition has recovered, but for better recuperation, you should move more. I think you really do need to walk; without activity, your body won't be well.”
Ding! Paynt completed.
Bai Liang took the Black Card, stood up, and then sat into the wheelchair, narrowing his eyes. “I don't want you to think, I want ** to think.”
Fang Zhiyi relaxed, looked at the transfer records on her watch, and realized that perhaps she was beginning to succumb to financial temptations.
This endless torrent of money, each ti a powerful blow to her inner world, slowly eroding her convictions.
“Of course, serving a client is my duty. Whatever you say, I'll do,” she said, pushing Bai Liang towards the ward exit.
Once outside the ward, Bai Liang glanced at the other VIP wards on the fifth floor, noticing that all the ward doors were closed. A flicker of doubt crossed his eyes.
“Why is my ward number 520? Are all the other 19 wards occupied by patients?”
This seed strange. The VIP ward fee was 5,000 per day, and there shouldn't be many people who could afford that.
Moreover, if Bai Liang rembered correctly, Zhou Hong had said that the na of this place was Healing Town.
How could there be so many people who could pay 5,000 for treatnt in a small town?
“I don't know.” Fang Zhiyi shook her head, then after a mont's thought, said, “But it seems that's the situation. The dical system in the town is very developed, and people from other places also co here for treatnt. So, it's likely all these wards are occupied by people from other places.”
People from other places? From outside the dungeon?
Does this dungeon also belong to the larger world system?
Bai Liang nodded, understanding how things stood.
If it really was a part of the larger world, then the presence of such wealthy individuals no longer seed surprising.
“Let's go.”
Ignoring this minor detail, Fang Zhiyi pushed Bai Liang to the first floor via the elevator.
When they reached the patient area, their steps slowed slightly, and Bai Liang carefully surveyed the surroundings.
This was a specially designated section of the hospital for patients, surrounded by green trees and flowers. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating a bright atmosphere.
A small stream flowed in the courtyard; the water was crystal clear, and Bai Liang noticed dark shadows slightly moving in the water.
“Let's avoid the pond, let's go to the other side.”
Suddenly, Bai Liang rembered one of the rules in the White Book and told Fang Zhiyi,
“Don't approach bodies of water; it seems there's sothing unclean in this water too.”
Bai Liang was rich, but he knew that money and foolishness were completely different things. He didn't think that whatever was in the water could be bought off with money.
Various strange paintings and photographs hung on the courtyard walls, and among them, Bai Liang noticed a half-figure portrait of an old man in a blue scarf.
The painting looked like an ordinary oil painting, but for so reason, Bai Liang felt that it sohow didn't fit the surrounding atmosphere.
“Are you looking for sothing?” Fang Zhiyi noticed Bai Liang continuing to look around and asked curiously.
“I'm looking for a Chicken,” Bai Liang replied.
Fang Zhiyi was a little confused, then said with an unusual expression,
“There probably aren't any chickens in the hospital, but if you need one, I can go out and find one on the street.”
“On the way here, there were a lot of small cards on the ground. Just give them a call; I think they wouldn't mind a house call.”
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