Chapter 039: Kidneys x Delicate Wife x Love-Struck (11)

Chapter 039: Kidneys x Delicate Wife x Love-Struck (11)

Doctor Jiang moved efficiently, his fingertips as cold as the needle when he drew blood.

Shi Cunyu remained silent as he underwent various examinations, docile like a tamed and weak rabbit.

It wasn't until near the end that the young man whispered, "I don't want to have surgery."

Doctor Jiang looked up at his eyes, his expression hidden behind a mask, seemingly unresponsive.

System: "Are you trying to act cute with him?"

Keding: "Impossible!"

The examinations continued, and the nurses unplugged the equipment one by one, carrying the test kits out of the living room.

The man removed his stethoscope and, after the last nurse disappeared from sight, lowered his voice, "I'll try my best to delay it for you."

"You're still anemic, your blood pressure is low and unstable; you can't undergo surgery immediately. I'll suggest Mr. Zhou choose a safer option."

The doctor rarely spoke, but now his voice was like ice.

Clear, deep, and so pleasant it could make one lose focus.

"Find the police or someone who can take you away, quickly."

Shi Cunyu became more alert, briefly dropping his pretense.

"How dare you say such things to me." The seemingly delicate young man smiled, "Aren't you afraid of losing your job if someone hears?"

"Job?" The doctor repeated the word, a self-mocking smile on his face.

He shook his head and stepped away.

System: "Huh, isn't he supposed to be the bad guy?"

Keding: "Why does he look like he's in prison while working... then again, who isn't in prison when they're working."

In the original story, there was little mention of Doctor Jiang, not even his full name.

He served the Bai family, a senior doctor under Bai Li's orders, and later participated in the kidney removal surgery on Shi Cunyu, making him part of the antagonist group.

When Keding first entered this world, his impression of the doctor was simply "aiding the wicked."

"Hold on, let me check." The system said, "Something doesn't feel right."

After several minutes, the results came back.

"This Doctor Jiang seems to be tied down by the Bai family for some reason. He's indeed forced to be their lackey."

His bank transactions were suspicious, and his personal freedom was limited, constantly following the Bai family's orders to handle shady matters.

Keding: "Could it be that he's willing to risk helping me because he's also trapped?"

"What a good doctor! Not a bad one at all!"

That night, Bai Li returned from singing karaoke with his friends and found Shi Cunyu watching TV and eating ice cream.

The living room had already been checked for recording devices, and Bai Li dismissed the nanny, playing with his phone at a distance before turning to look at him.

"Tasty?"

"This flavor is average, too much alcohol." Shi Cunyu raised an eyebrow, "Your people are in Macau, right?"

"They're keeping an eye on things." Bai Li smiled faintly, "I thought we'd need to lure him a few times, but he went there on his own."

"Let's talk," Shi Cunyu extended his arm, showing the needle marks on his vein, "your doctors and nurses come every two weeks to draw blood. After six tubes, I'm almost done for."

"I'll tell them not to come." Bai Li didn't take it seriously, "Mr. Zhou might get caught soon; whether he goes to the hospital or not is uncertain."

"They should still come," Shi Cunyu said calmly, "give me some glucose and vitamins, and say I'm not meeting some standards yet, so I need more time to recover."

Bai Li was surprised by his cooperation in the act.

"Six tubes of blood is torture, but daily glucose injections aren't?"

"Alright, I'll tell Doctor Jiang to come at a fixed time starting tomorrow."

Keding nodded in agreement, oddly wanting to ask the doctor's name.

No way! He would ask him in person!

System: "Oh, take it easy. If you really fall for him, you'll be bound to work for another three years without any chance to quit."

"Thanks, I'm terrified of unemployment." Keding said, "But honestly, I'm just straight, maybe just admiring his looks, nothing wrong with that."

System: "Ah, sure, sure."

In Macau, Wynn Palace.

When Zhou Guanghe arrived at the casino, others had been waiting for a long time, just like in Las Vegas, presenting him with a box filled with chips.

"A small token of appreciation from Boss Huang, please accept it."

Zhou Guanghe glanced at it, unsurprised.

Due to their family background, his generation was accustomed to being pampered and cared for by outsiders.

Fourth Cousin liked violins, and someone anonymously sent her a century-old violin crafted by a renowned Italian luthier.

The cousin was only seven or eight years old, just starting school, and one day he opened his pencil case to find a sports car key inside.

Wynn Palace was originally a casino built by an old businessman from Las Vegas. It's unknown how much stake the Huang family now holds in it.

Of course, chips can be exchanged for cash, but such a gift is merely pocket change for a casino.

The secretary and assistant were somewhat at a loss in this place of debauchery, following the man nervously.

Zhou Guanghe grabbed a handful of chips with a slight disdain and strolled through the myriad of entertainments.

... This time, it was only 1.1 million Hong Kong dollars.

From the start, he had no intention of touching his savings.

Given Zhou Guanghe's preferences, he would rather go to the fashionably decorated City of Dreams, but knowing that the Huang family had assets here and had invited him several times before, he came to the relatively older Wynn.

Last time at the Bellagio Hotel, the meeting gift was a million-dollar chip.

At the Texas Hold'em table, the man sat down casually, signaling his assistant to bring him a cocktail.

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

No need to look at anyone's face anymore; he could win as much as he wanted.

This trip to Macau, he was determined to have fun until he was satisfied before leaving.

In the first game, he won 65,000 Hong Kong dollars.

Several tourists hadn't figured out the rules yet. They had a good hand but gave up early. When the game ended and they saw Zhou Guanghe's hole cards, they regretted it deeply.

"If I had known, I would have doubled down!"

"I told you he was bluffing!"

In the second game, he won 28,000 Hong Kong dollars.

"Enough, enough, the seat is yours!"

"OH FUCK! HOW DARE YOU!!"

Initially, there were only four or five tourists at the table, but by the end of two rounds, more than ten people had gathered around.

The dealer apologized, stating that a maximum of ten people could bet simultaneously, but still, many kept coming over to queue, willing to stand and watch.

Zhou Guanghe was used to being the center of admiration and envy, finding it boring to play with these amateur tourists. He hesitated about changing venues.

During the first round of dealing, the foreigner next to him signaled to raise the bet.

The dealer flipped the community cards, and the other players showed signs of frustration.

None of the suits and numbers matched! What a waste!

The blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigner remained unperturbed and signaled to raise the bet again in the second round.

Zhou Guanghe observed his expression and looked at the community cards, feeling suspicious.

Psychological warfare isn't something only you know how to play.

"Raise, triple the bet."

In the third round, the foreigner continued to signal to double the bet.

Whispers started among the crowd.

"Playing so big this round?"

"The foreigner must be rich..."

"He might be bluffing, holding a bad hand and trying to scare others off."

Six out of ten players had already folded, preferring to cut their losses rather than risk betting against what the man might be holding.

Zhou Guanghe felt confident and signaled the dealer to go all-in.

After the fourth round of betting, the pot had reached 2.95 million, with only three players left.

The dealer remained calm and signaled everyone to reveal their hole cards.

The foreigner revealed his hand: Spade Ace, Spade Ten.

Combined with the three community cards, it formed a Royal Flush.

Zhou Guanghe's face turned pale, hesitating to reveal his hand.

Only after the dealer reminded him for the third time did he finally flip his cards.

Spade Jack, Heart Jack.

His hand was merely a full house.

The foreigner genuinely praised, "BRAVO!"

He thought the man was just bluffing, thought he was deceiving him.

The dealer moved all the chips in the pot to the foreigner and congratulated him in English with a local accent.

Zhou Guanghe sat there in a daze, burning with anger.

"Bring me more chips, let's continue."

The secretary whispered, "Sir, the chips are all gone."

Zhou Guanghe quickly turned his head and realized at that moment that he had just lost all his previous chips in one hand.

Unfazed, he didn't even leave his seat, provocatively staring at the foreigner.

"Take the UnionPay card with the last four digits 9527, withdraw five million, and exchange it for chips. You know the password."

The secretary, who was accompanying his boss to such a place for the first time, said uneasily, "Sir, are you sure?"

"Do it now."

"Friend, you need to be more cautious," the foreigner said in relatively standard Chinese. "I am the Texas Hold'em champion of New Zealand. Are you sure you want to continue playing with me?"

"Play," Zhou Guanghe said expressionlessly. "And I'll make you lose even worse."

As the system broadcast this scene, Keding, carrying his backpack, was sprinting toward the laboratory building.

"Slept in, slept in, oh no —"

"I told you, once you wake up, get up immediately. Don’t think about dozing off again."

"I thought I only dozed off for three minutes!!"

Lao Zhang was leading the way, stuffing buns into his mouth.

"Have you eaten breakfast? Eat something before class, or you won’t be able to eat lunch!"

Ergou cursed, "Damn, I didn’t check the schedule. What’s on in the morning? Systemic anatomy? Parasitology? STDs talking about syphilis? How appetizing will today be?"

"Functional biology!" Lao Zhang shoved an extra bun into Keding's hands. "Bro, you haven’t heard a rabbit’s scream yet."

"I heard seniors last year threw up halfway through class and ended up in the infirmary!"

Keding, holding a bun in one hand and the stair railing in the other, was panting heavily.

The system said, "Buddy, you should exercise."

"I, I don’t want to mess with rabbits—" Keding said sorrowfully. "Those are rabbits!!"

"Better than messing with Beagles... At least Beagles lick you and wag their tails."

"I can’t bring myself to do it!! Can’t you let me sew up zombies instead??"