I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 664 - 468: Fate_2

The call was from the Qingyun City Third People’s Hospital, where Zhang Buyu was staying. The calls were usually demands for Zhang Jie to pay the mounting medical fees. After all, Zhang Buyu’s daily treatment costs were a substantial sum.

But the news today was different.

After hearing just one sentence, Zhang Jie froze. His phone slipped from his grasp and clattered to the floor, and his face became deathly pale.

Even without hearing the call, Xia Liang knew what the doctor on the other end had said.

Just moments ago, Zhang Buyu’s heart had stopped. His initial injuries had been incredibly severe; multiple internal organs were ruptured, and he had slipped into a deep coma.

If Zhang Jie hadn’t used all his savings to keep his son alive with cutting-edge equipment, Zhang Buyu would have died long ago, not even surviving in a vegetative state.

"My son... my son..." Zhang Jie’s sobs echoed in the taxi. It was as if his already aged face grew even older in an instant, and his hands clenched into tight fists. "I don’t know which bastard hit my son and fled. They still haven’t found him. I curse you to a miserable death!"

Hearing Zhang Jie’s hoarse voice, Xia Liang sighed heavily. Through divination, he had just peeked at the fate of the hit-and-run driver.

The driver was a notorious rich second-generation scion in Qingyun City. His misdeeds went far beyond a simple hit-and-run. Including Zhang Buyu, this man had now killed three ordinary people. He had also humiliated numerous women and even beaten several homeless people to death.

This man was the very archetype of a depraved rich kid. After all, not all wealthy scions were like the youths of the He Family, who never caused trouble.

As he continued to browse Zhang Jie’s fate, Xia Liang also opened the hit-and-run driver’s fate and began to modify it.

「At the same time.」

The driver, Zhang Jie, finally took a deep breath, glanced at Xia Liang, and sighed. "Sir, you should get out here. I can’t take you to the Neon Cafe anymore. I need to get to the Third Hospital. I won’t charge you for the ride today."

Having lost all will to continue driving, Zhang Jie prepared to go see his son one last time.

Hearing his words, Xia Liang offered a faint smile. "Sir, in a way, I’m a doctor myself. If there’s something wrong with your son, why not let me have a look? Perhaps I can cure him."

"You’re a doctor too?" Zhang Jie exclaimed, though his surprise was fleeting.

"In a sense, yes, I am," Xia Liang replied with a smiling nod.

Even so, after hearing Xia Liang’s claim, Zhang Jie gave a wry smile. "But there’s no need to trouble you. My son... he..." He didn’t finish the sentence, instead letting out a deep sigh.

"It’s alright. I suddenly feel like going to the Third Hospital myself. You can just give me a ride."

Xia Liang’s personal code was simple: if he came across trouble, he should do his best to help. Besides, he had an acquaintance with Zhang Buyu, however brief. It was enough to warrant his help. For a good person to meet such a fate... it just didn’t sit right with him.

"Alright then." Since Xia Liang insisted, Zhang Jie could only nod and start driving toward the Third Hospital.

「At the same time.」

On the far side of Qingyun City, a rich kid and several of his friends were engaged in a thrillingly dangerous race on a recently repaired road.

A multi-million dollar Lamborghini Aventador tore down the public road, its speed many times over the limit. Pedestrians far down the road could hear the engine’s roar.

"Brother Xiao, are you sure it’s okay to drive this fast? This road isn’t fully repaired; there are still a lot of potholes," one of the passengers said nervously as the car went even faster.

The man called Brother Xiao merely scoffed, pulling a red talisman from under his shirt. "My dad spent a fortune to get this protective charm for me. I’ll be straight with you guys—with this charm, This Master simply can’t die!"

The others stared at the talisman in Brother Xiao’s hand with undisguised envy.

"Brother Xiao, is that talisman really that effective? Where did you get it?"

"Of course it’s effective! Why else do you think I’ve never gotten into an accident? As for how I got it, that’s not for you to know. You just need to understand that this talisman is connected to a great Master."

With that, Brother Xiao accelerated again, oblivious to the fine cracks beginning to form on one of his Lamborghini’s tires.

While Brother Xiao was speeding down a road in Qingyun City, a monk in a villa on the city’s outskirts suddenly opened his eyes. Before him sat a strange jar sealed with a paper talisman.

At that moment, the jar was trembling violently.

A few breaths later, CRACK! With a crisp snap, the jar suddenly split open, and a foul, yellowish, putrid-smelling blood gushed out. The entire villa instantly reeked of an unbearable stench.

Seeing this, the monk’s face turned pale. Sensing something was terribly wrong, he immediately dialed a number.

"Boss Xiao, your son... might be in trouble!"

「Half an hour later.」

The taxi had barely stopped at the Qingyun City Third People’s Hospital when Zhang Jie scrambled out and sprinted toward the inpatient building. Following leisurely behind him was Xia Liang.

Inside Zhang Buyu’s hospital room, several doctors were present. Seeing Zhang Jie rush in frantically, they exchanged glances with the nurses, who then stepped out of the room.

Without so much as a greeting for the doctors, Zhang Jie threw himself at Zhang Buyu’s bedside, his entire body trembling.

He tremblingly reached out to check for his son’s breath. When he found nothing, Zhang Jie instantly broke down. His vision went black, and he staggered, fainting from the overwhelming shock.

Caught off guard, the doctors scrambled to arrange emergency aid for him.

As Xia Liang strolled up to the hospital room, he arrived just in time to see Zhang Jie being rushed to the emergency room. Having already discerned Zhang Jie’s condition through divination, he wasn’t worried.

Zhang Jie had served in the military in his youth and was physically robust. He had simply fainted from the shock. Once he woke up and got some rest, he would be perfectly fine.

The important thing now was to revive Zhang Buyu.

Meanwhile, the conversation of the doctors inside the room reached Xia Liang’s ears.

"I can’t believe it. We didn’t even get a chance to say anything before Uncle Zhang fainted. Sigh, the hit-and-run driver still hasn’t been caught. The fate of this father and son is just too bitter," a delicate female voice said. The other two doctors sighed in agreement.

"It’s a pity. Zhang Buyu’s condition was too severe. His organs were completely shattered, and there was no cure, in the country or abroad. The most we could do was maintain him in a vegetative state, but that was just too expensive. For him to pass away like this... it might actually be a relief from the burden for Uncle Zhang."

"Right. Let’s move the body to the morgue for now. When Uncle Zhang wakes up, he can arrange Zhang Buyu’s final affairs."

"Alright, let’s go then."

The female doctor spoke again, but they had only taken a few steps toward the door before stopping.

"Who are you?"

Looking at Xia Liang, who had appeared at the entrance of the room, the female doctor asked. Looking back at the doctor in charge of Zhang Buyu’s case, Xia Liang was unexpectedly surprised.