He Wants to Die

He Wants to Die

Chen Yu hurriedly called Zhang Yi. As soon as the call connected, he asked, "Why am I getting paid for buying patients?"

"Low-grade—impoverished patients are ranked too," Zhang Yi patiently explained. "These patients are generally seriously ill and have no money. Most have also been contaminated by Mystic Objects. After they die, they might contaminate the surrounding land. In Blessing City, patients of this grade are no longer unrecyclable trash—they're pollutants. Naturally, people have to pay others to take them away."

"What a bizarre era. I should've smashed a few more hospitals back in Blessing."

"Indeed. But President Chen, even if the other side pays us, don't think this can make money. Each patient may cost tens of thousands at minimum. The shrine keepers of the Plague Star Lord and Joy Star Lord will come along as well, and they're very picky."

"Let them come. It doesn't matter. I'm leaving this to you. Remember, don't cut corners. Treating the patients comes first."

"Yes, President Chen!"

After hanging up, Zhang Yi felt utterly refreshed.

Coming back from the dead was the first piece of good news he had received. It was worth celebrating.

And now that he was the hospital director, he could use his filthy authority later to assign himself a few more patients. He would definitely make those shameless turtle bastards next door jealous to death!

The Poor Man's Medicine he had painstakingly cultivated finally had a place to shine. Zhang Yi was filled with fighting spirit and resolve.

Rest assured, President Chen. I, Zhang Yi, definitely won't let you down!

At the same time, Chen Yu felt a chill run down his spine.

But compared with the chills he had felt in Constant Law City, this was as insignificant as a breeze. He did