Yang Yan chuckled and said lightly:

"How many lives I have is none of your concern. You should worry about how many your brother has left!"

"I think if it were any later, not even the gods could save him."

Hearing Yang Yan's words, the man was clearly taken aback.

He wasn't unaware of how severe his brother's injury was.

If it weren't for the clinic here and the fact it was a gunshot wound, making it impossible to go to a regular hospital, he would have left long ago.

"You save him first, I'll go get the money right away! As long as you can keep him alive, no matter how much you ask, I'll give it to you."

The man gave Yang Yan a serious look, then turned and walked straight out.

"What a clueless guy."

Watching the man's back as he left, Yang Yan showed a faint smile.

Then, he walked over and squatted down beside the softly groaning man.

"Hey! Are you okay? That guy had a gun, you know! And he didn't look like a good person either."

Shiya Jie walked over to Yang Yan, saying with some concern.

Yang Yan raised his eyebrows and said calmly:

"A gun? So what if he has a gun? This is a hospital, not a battlefield."

"Whoever comes here has to listen to me, no matter what. Otherwise, they can just get out."

"I call the shots here. In my territory, no one can act recklessly."

Listening to Yang Yan speak so confidently, Shiya Jie couldn't help but be taken aback.

Then she gave a relieved smile.

Yeah!

Somehow, she had ended up treating this guy as an ordinary person.

Aside from his mysterious skills, just his combat strength alone was beyond the reach of these ordinary people.

Even if the other party had guns, it wouldn't make any difference.

"Alright! Don't worry about it, go get me some gauze first."

"Even though this guy's bleeding has stopped, leaving the wound exposed like this doesn't seem good."

"We're mainly into traditional Chinese medicine, but let's bandage him up anyway!"

Yang Yan said with a smile to Shiya Jie.

Just like that, the amateur Shiya Jie transformed into Yang Yan's dedicated nurse, helping the injured man stop bleeding and clean his wound under Yang Yan's guidance.

"Wow! I didn't expect it, but you're pretty talented at this!"

Yang Yan looked at Shiya Jie with some surprise.

Normally, if it were an ordinary woman, she would instinctively be afraid when seeing blood.

Let alone such a gory wound.

But whether it was because Shiya Jie was too thick-skinned or for some other reason, she wasn't afraid of blood at all.

"What's the big deal?"

Shiya Jie said with a pout:

"In my view, the human body is just like a car, with different parts managing different areas."

"So, just treat this guy as if the bodywork is damaged, and there's no problem."

Uh...

Yang Yan was stunned.

It was the first time he had heard such an analogy.

But are the human body and a car really the same?

Yang Yan realized that Shiya Jie was just purely thick-skinned.

After a brief busy spell and some exclusive techniques from Yang Yan, the man's bleeding stopped.

The bloodstains around the wound were also cleaned up.

If it weren't for the bandages on his body, you wouldn't have guessed he was gravely injured, hovering between life and death.

"Alright, now we just wait for that fool who went out to come back and pay."

Yang Yan sat down on a nearby sofa, poured a cup of water, and hummed an unknown tune contentedly.

"What you're doing... isn't it a bit too much? After all, that guy isn't an ordinary person."

"If he comes looking for trouble, it could stir up trouble around here."

Although Shiya Jie was full of confidence in Yang Yan, she couldn't help but worry when she thought about it.

She wasn't worried that Yang Yan would get hurt, but she'd get anxious about the commotion he could cause if he got angry.

"Relax! As long as that guy isn't a fool, he won't cause trouble."

"Besides, even if he wants to cause trouble, it won't be today."

Yang Yan said with a confident smile.

As time went by, Yang Yan had already refilled the water three times, and the tea leaves had lost their flavor.

This time, the tattooed man took noticeably longer than before.

As Yang Yan was about to make a new cup of tea, the man finally returned.

Looking at the time, it was already evening.

Unlike last time, this time he was holding a metal briefcase.

"I've got the money you wanted ready. Where's my brother?"

The tattooed man entered with a sullen face and said.

"Who are you showing that face to? Believe it or not, if I get mad, I'll make you go fetch another hundred thousand?"

Seeing the man's gloomy face, Yang Yan said with some displeasure.

"Don't push it."

Hearing Yang Yan's words, the man's face immediately turned as dark as water, staring at him like an angry wolf.

"Huh! Don't push it? You act like everyone owes you money every day!"

"Look closely, your brother is right there, safe and sound. I've already treated his wound, and there's no problem at all."

"Moreover, there's no danger period or anything like that. Just let him go home and rest well. He should make a full recovery within half a month."

As Yang Yan spoke, he pointed to the man on another bed who had been moved there and was now asleep.

Hearing this, the tattooed man threw the briefcase aside and hurried over to the bed.

When he saw that the man on the bed had regained some color to his face and was breathing steadily, he finally let out a big sigh of relief.

He couldn't deny that although this small clinic charged exorbitantly, the medical skills were top-notch.

He knew how severe his brother's injuries were; even if he had been taken to a major hospital, whether he could survive was uncertain.

The reason he brought him here was merely out of desperation, trying anything he could.

He never expected his brother to miraculously recover.

Even though this arrogant Asian man had extorted a lot from him, it was all worth it now.

After all, money can be earned again, but if a person is gone, then everything is gone.

"Thank you!"

Confirmed that his brother really was as the man had said, only needing to go back and rest well, the tattooed man immediately changed his attitude toward Yang Yan 180 degrees.

"No need to thank me!"

Yang Yan waved his hand and said calmly:

"We each get what we need. You wanted to save his life, and I wanted money."

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