Inside the luxurious hospital ward.
The room spans over a hundred square meters, its floor covered with plush carpet, exuding an air of opulence.
"Please leave!"
Culver Chu stood at the right side of the hospital bed, his face dark and his body trembling uncontrollably. After all, he had just witnessed Andrew Han's terrifying might firsthand.
Such brute force, such absolute dominance.
It was terrifying.
Andrew Han could kill everyone present with just a single finger.
This was invincible martial power—able to suppress everything, able to crush anything. No amount of money could ever matter in the face of such force.
Yet,
Culver Chu understood, but the three doctors did not.
They simply assumed Andrew Han was a highly skilled martial artist—likely just a Martial Artist. But even so, it made no sense for Culver Chu to be so wary, nor was there any reason for Andrew to interfere with their efforts to save Changfu Chu.
Even martial artists must act reasonably!
With someone else here, how could they concentrate on the surgery?
The three doctors, holding their medical instruments, exchanged glances, their hearts filled with doubt and suspicion... What grudge did Andrew Han have against Changfu Chu, that he refused to leave?
If Changfu Chu were to die, who would be to blame?
With that thought,
The three doctors spoke up in turn: "We can't delay the surgery any longer. We're starting now, and we hope Mr. Han won't interfere with our procedure."
"Mm."
Andrew Han nodded lightly.
Immediately,
Andrew Han glanced at the anxious, uneasy Culver Chu and said calmly, "You don't need to worry. By standing here, I'm saving your father. If I leave, your father will certainly die."
In truth, Andrew Han didn't even know Changfu Chu.
But suppressing chaos with Inspiration was an utterly trivial matter. Besides, Aunt May was present here, and she must be close friends with Changfu Chu, who lay on the bed.
Therefore,
Andrew chose to help here.
"Enough!"
Culver Chu suddenly shouted, unable to restrain his anger: "Who can you save? May Lin is injured too—why haven't you treated her?"
He had seen May Lin's injury with his own eyes.
There was a torn wound on her back, bleeding slightly. If Andrew Han could so confidently claim to be saving Changfu Chu's life, why didn't he treat May Lin as well?
This was an obvious flaw!
Just based on this, Culver Chu was certain Andrew Han was deceiving him, plotting something.
"Hmm?"
Andrew Han frowned.
This was something he couldn't explain. Inspiration could only suppress the lingering chaos left in the mind after Specters caused havoc.
When it came to physical wounds, Inspiration was powerless.
On the other side,
Seeing this, Culver Chu became even more convinced of his suspicions... To him, Andrew Han was just a shameless liar, spouting absurdities and expecting blind faith.
Utterly ridiculous!
Only someone with a broken mind would believe him!
He stood up and said in a deep voice, "I respect you as a Martial Artist, but what are you really after? If it's money you want, we can give it to you! Please leave and don't delay my father's treatment."
"One more thing."
"As for May Lin's urgent funding, once my father wakes up, I'll ask for leniency and try to get her more time."
Culver Chu had thought it through.
Andrew Han, standing at the foot of the bed, claimed to heal from a distance, but in reality he was brazenly threatening them—utterly shameless.
A thoroughly devious person.
Once his father regained consciousness and called his elder brother, Andrew Han would learn that even Martial Artists who act as frauds face dire consequences—he'd be forced to admit his guilt in tears.
Because,
He vaguely knew that his elder brother was a martial practitioner above the Martial Artist level, surely far stronger than Andrew Han.
The next moment,
May Lin understood and quickly waved her hand: "Xiaodong would never threaten you over my funding issue. Please don't misunderstand."
"Heh." Culver Chu crossed his arms and sneered twice.
Who would believe that?
He certainly didn't.
On the hospital bed,
The three doctors, about to begin surgery, froze in surprise as Changfu Chu opened his sharp, spirited eyes and took a breath.
"Mr. Chu!"
"How are you feeling?"
"How's your heart? Do you feel any discomfort?" The three doctors hurried over, firing questions.
"No need, please step aside," Changfu Chu slowly exhaled, pushing the doctors away and, with the help of his younger son Culver Chu, managed to sit up.
Culver Chu supported him, a trace of worry in his voice: "Father?"