"See if he still has a chance! If not, just let me know."

The burly man with a tattooed arm looked at Yang Yan, his tone far from friendly.

Yang Yan seemed indifferent, nodding lightly:

"Alright, of course, no problem. Let me first see what the situation is, then I'll answer your question."

"Gunshot wound?"

Yang Yan slightly frowned.

After he undressed the wounded man, he saw a round bloody hole in the man's chest.

Blood was gushing continuously out of the hole.

"What, is there a problem?"

The man standing beside him, hearing Yang Yan's words, looked at him coldly.

"Problem? How could there be a problem!"

Yang Yan sneered and said:

"What I'm saying is, it's easy to save this guy, just give me a hundred thousand US dollars!"

"A hundred thousand for a lively person, you decide."

"A hundred thousand?"

The man widened his eyes, growling viciously:

"You damned bastard, why don't you just rob! How dare you ask me for a hundred thousand US dollars!"

No wonder he reacted so strongly.

In the firefight just now, his brother was severely wounded, his life hanging by a thread, and his mood was already rock bottom.

And now, a doctor at a small clinic dared to extort him?

A hundred thousand!

The hell, how many things could you do with that kind of money!

Did this guy really think their money grew on trees?

Yang Yan said earnestly:

"Hey! You can eat food recklessly, but you can't talk recklessly! What I'm asking for is much faster than robbing."

"So give me a straightforward answer, are we saving him or not."

"If yes, hurry up and pay, time is life. If not, please take this guy out and don't dirty my floor."

As Yang Yan said this, his face remained smiling innocuously.

However, his tone was as icy cold, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Save! It's just a hundred thousand US dollars, I can afford that."

The man and Yang Yan stared at each other for a full five seconds, finally gritting his teeth and agreeing.

But he immediately added:

"But remember your words, if you don't save him, I'll make you regret ever being born in this world."

After saying this, he took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Yang Yan.

"Sorry! I only accept cash here, no cards. If you don't have cash, then take this guy out."

Yang Yan replied earnestly.

"Are you messing with me? Who would be so absurd as to carry that much cash on them?"

The man, hearing Yang Yan say they couldn't use a card, couldn't help waving his fist and roaring loudly.

"Stop the nonsense! Are we saving him or not, if you don't have the money, get lost!"

Yang Yan also shouted discontentedly.

If not for the fact that this guy was today's first customer, he might have kicked these bastards out.

"You start saving him; I'll go get the money."

The man glanced at his blood-soaked companion, having no choice but to suppress his anger.

Now he had no other options.

If this money-grubbing bastard in front of him still didn't start saving him, then the brother lying next to him would be dead for sure.

"Hehe! Although it breaks the rules a bit, it's a makeshift solution. I'm just being kind, giving you time to gather the money."

"But remember, come back quickly! You should know, patience is not something I usually have."

Yang Yan went back to his harmless smile.

The man gave Yang Yan a cold look, then glanced at the unmoving man on the bed, and hurriedly ran outside.

"Alright! Until that guy brings the money back, you better not die yet!"

Yang Yan looked at the struggling man on the bed, murmuring softly.

When Hua Biaozi returned to the clinic with the required hundred thousand US dollars in cash, he trembled all over, the bag in his hand dropping to the floor with a thud.

"Who the hell are you? Who sent you!"

He glared at Yang Yan, eyes like a furious lion, pulling out a gun from his waist.

"Kid, today I'm going to kill you!"

Yang Yan raised an eyebrow, disdainfully looking at the gun pointed at him:

"Kill me? Mind giving me a reason first?"

"You killed my brother, and you still have the nerve to ask why I want to kill you?!"

The man stared coldly at Yang Yan, shaking with agitation.

He really feared that in a slip he would pull the trigger and shoot Yang Yan.

"I killed him? I killed him? Damn! Are you blind or do you have shit for brains?"

"When did I kill him? You need to talk with evidence! Otherwise, I'll sue you for slander! That won't be settled with just a hundred thousand US dollars."

As his words finished, the man previously thought dead let out a faint groan, his body slightly moving.

Hua Biaozi, holding the gun, was momentarily stunned, and then his face lit up with joy.

He distinctly heard that his companion was breathing evenly…

No, it wasn't just breathing.

He seemed to hear his brother's voice calling for help.

This was done without anesthesia...

Hua Biaozi's heart clenched involuntarily.

But with such severe injuries, this Asian doctor in front of him had actually treated him. He breathed a sigh of relief and said reassuringly:

"Don't worry, brother, I guarantee you'll be fine. I've brought the ten thousand."

The man had already put away his gun and then urged Yang Yan:

"What are you still standing there for? Don't you see he's in pain? Get on with easing his pain!"

"Ease the pain?" Yang Yan sneered and said, "Are you sure? If the pain is eased, trust me, he'll die immediately!"

"I don't care! Anyway, I've brought the money you asked for, just save him, don't let him suffer like this."

The man growled viciously.

Yang Yan laughed coldly:

"You better watch your words, don't always try to make a big deal out of everything."

"Now it'll take twenty thousand US dollars to save him. I hate people pointing guns at me the most in my life; the extra ten thousand is for mental damages."

"And yes, I only take cash. So, you'd better get on preparing it!"

The man laughed in extreme anger, pulled out the gun from his chest again, aimed at Yang Yan, and said:

"Hehe! Do you even know who we are? You dare try to extort us!"

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