Chapter: 340
Staring at the old man, who was obviously alive and kicking, there was pandemonium in the hall. Some of the onlookers were shocked, and some were curious.
“Hey, I saved your father’s life! Is it too much to ask for you to show some gratitude?” Dustin smirked.
“You bastard! Even if my father survived this ordeal, it’s because of his good luck! It doesn’t change the fact that Immortunol is poisonous!” The middle–aged man was livid.
“That’s right! I almost died after eating your medicine. Now, I’m still feeling sore all over!” The old man gritted his teeth and looked resentful.
After enduring such a fierce beating, he couldn’t let Dustin go without extorting sufficient compensation.
“Oh? Where else do you feel uncomfortable? Let me have a look.” Dustin stepped forward.
In fright, the old man backed away repeatedly.
“What are you doing? I’m warning you, stay away from me!”
“Don’t be nervous! Your illness is not fully cured yet, as you have just regained consciousness. Here, let me diagnose you for a complete recovery, just in case.” Dustin smiled.
“Dustin, the knife you wanted is here!” At that moment, Ruth ran over excitedly. In her hand was a large kitchen knife that she somehow managed to find.
“Perfect timing. Although it’s bigger than what I’m used to, it’s just right to crack open a skull” Dustin took the kitchen knife and swung it around.
“Crack open my skull?!” Hearing this, the old man trembled all over.
“Son, let’s not waste any more time! I think
I need to go to the hospital for a full examination right away!”
“Oh, right! Of course, we have to go to the hospital first!” Seeing the unfavorable situation, the middle–aged man quickly helped the old man to his feet and tried to run away Inconspicuously.
“Did I say you could go?” Dustin took a step forward and grabbed the old man by his hair, pulling him back.
“I always treat my patients to the best of my ability, even after their deaths.” How can I ignore it when you are so sick?” With that, he started brandishing the kitchen knife back and forth.
“Don’t, don’t! I’m not sick, I’ve already recovered!” The old man shivered in fright.
“Don’t be stubborn: your illness is life–threatening. Everyone witnessed it just now.” Dustin said earnestly.
“That’s right, old man. If you’re sick, you should seek treatment as soon as possible. You shouldn’t refuse his good intentions!” Someone piped up.
“That’s right, this young man is highly skilled in medicine. You should trust him. Nothing bad will happen.” The others agreed and began to persuade the old man.
“I’m fine; I’m really fine.” The old man shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his face.
“Lie down and don’t move. Let me see where to make the first incision,” Dustin ordered, pinning the helpless old man down.
“Let him go immediately! You’re committing murder!” The middle–aged man panicked and tried to stop Dustin. but was held back by several bodyguards.
“According to my diagnosis, you are in grave condition! Let’s start by cracking your skull open, and then we will move on to cutting your abdomen…” Dustin trailed off, lifting his knife to strike.