Chapter 498 Negotiating Terms

Chapter 498 Setting Conditions

Just as everyone was counting on Fu Tinghua, expecting him to perform surgery on Gu Yanzhi this time, he instead turned his attention to Gu Yanzhi.

"I can perform the surgery for you and guarantee that your leg will recover fully. But—the condition is that you must leave and stay away from my mother for good."

As soon as Fu Tinghua spoke these words, everyone present was stunned, their expressions filled with disbelief.

The Fu family was shocked because this was the first time they had ever seen Fu Tinghua, who’d always been so compassionate, use something like this as leverage.

As for Gu Yanzhi's men, they were shocked that someone would dare to threaten the General in such a manner.

And if the "mother" he referred to was the General's wife, then—

Everyone had been in the vehicle earlier and hadn’t caught all the details of the situation.

They had missed most of the conversation that had taken place here earlier.

But piecing together all the dialogue and the way the General was protecting them, could it be—

It was only then that everyone noticed how strikingly similar Fu Tinghua’s facial features were to the General’s.

Even though the General was older now, everyone could still see the strong family resemblance between the two.

After locking eyes with Fu Tinghua for a few seconds, Gu Yanzhi finally made up his mind and said, "Then let this leg remain broken."

No one had expected that Gu Yanzhi would rather let his leg stay broken than let go of Lan Ruolin.

Wasn’t this a classic case of refusing treatment just so he could keep his wife he once cast aside by his side, serving him hand and foot, even to the point of waiting on him hand and foot, even wiping his ass?

At this thought, Wu Yanhua couldn’t hold back anymore.

"Miss Lan, what kind of grudge do you have with this good-for-nothing husband of yours? Why does he insist on holding you hostage like this?" Wu Yanhua’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, causing Gu Yanzhi’s face to darken.

"Madam, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t always speak so harshly," Gu Yanzhi replied, his face grim despite the sweat pouring down his forehead from the pain in his leg.

His attitude nearly made Wu Yanhua snort with disbelief.

Lan Ruolin also refused to hold back any longer and said directly, "Gu Yanzhi, whether you treat your leg or not, I will not go back with you. I’ve already said—either let me stay, or take my corpse back with you."

Seeing how resolute Lan Ruolin was, Gu Yanzhi’s expression darkened even further.

"If you agree, I can perform the surgery right now," Fu Tinghua urged once again.

With an injury like this, the sooner it was treated, the better.

The longer the wound was left untreated, the more difficult it would be for him as the surgeon. Fu Tinghua naturally didn’t want to see that happen.

Gu Yanzhi stared intently at Lan Ruolin, and after seeing the determination in her eyes, he finally nodded in agreement.

"Alright, then—I'm in your hands, Dr. Fu," Gu Yanzhi said bitterly.

Fu Tinghua scanned the room at everyone present before addressing Gu Yanzhi’s subordinates. "Carry him into the house. A few of you, move the dining chairs inside and arrange them so he can lie flat on them."

Someone couldn’t help but ask, "Don’t you have a bed or something in this house?"

Lying on dining chairs seemed pretty low-rent.

Fu Tinghua turned to look at the speaker, his gaze bone-chilling.

The person being stared at by Fu Tinghua immediately fell silent, didn't dare say another word.

Gu Yanzhi, however, spoke up: "Enough, just do as Dr. Fu says. Back during the war, conditions were much harsher, and we came through alright."

This unexpectedly friendly manner actually made his subordinates feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Soon, Gu Yanzhi was helped onto the makeshift high chair and laid down.

Fu Tinghua had the old military doctor stay, while he told everyone else to leave.

But considering that Gu Yanzhi would need someone to care for him later, he let one person Gu Yanzhi picked to stay and assist.

Taking out the scalpel that the old military doctor had sterilized, Fu Tinghua looked at Gu Yanzhi and said, "This area involves a divine-level system, so anesthesia isn't suitable."

Gu Yanzhi gazed distractedly at Fu Tinghua, nodding absently.

Was this person—really his son?

Without his care, he had grown up and become so outstanding.

The house here was so dilapidated, yet in such an environment, his son had become such an exceptional doctor.

Fu Tinghua—Dr. Fu—of course he'd heard the name.

Not only was Fu Tinghua renowned, but once, a close friend had come to Wencheng to have heart surgery performed by Fu Tinghua and later told him how much Fu Tinghua looked like him.

But at the time, Gu Yanzhi hadn't paid it much mind—there were plenty of people in the world who looked alike.

Just as he was lost in thought, he heard Fu Tinghua say, "Bear with me."