Chapter 17 Don’t reject anyone who comes

Rasfa drank the black potion from the small bottle. At this time, Chen Zhao said: "You feel very hungry at this time, very hungry... you want to eat."

"I don't want to eat, I'm not hungry..." As soon as Rasfa finished his words, his stomach suddenly growled: "I seem a little hungry... Zola, bring me something to eat."

"Okay." When Zola walked out, she looked at Chen Zhao with vigilant eyes, and then said to Paul at the door: "Go in, keep an eye on the Asian, and if there is anything wrong with him, tell me Kill him."

Chen Zhao crossed his legs and sat on the chair. Not long after, Zola came back with some food.

Rasfa couldn't wait to stuff the food into his mouth. Paul had been following Rasfa for twenty years, and he had never seen Rasfa eating like this.

In fact, since he met Rasfa, Rasfa's health has not been very good and his appetite has been very poor.

But why did Rasfa look like a different person at this moment, almost like a starving ghost.

"Zola, get me some more food. I don't want fruit, I want meat. I'm very hungry and I need a full meal."

Zola and Paul were dumbfounded. What kind of operation is this?

Do people feel so hungry when they are about to die?

Zola got some more food, and Rasfa started gobbling it down again.

"I feel my energy is back again. It feels so comfortable, hiccup..."

Is it a flashback?

Zola was guessing in her mind as Chen Zhao sat on the chair: "Madam, can you get me some food? My pet and I haven't eaten either."

"Paul, go get some food."

Just because she can help her father get food doesn't mean that she will deign to help Chen Zhao.

Paul went back and brought some burgers, keeping one for himself.

"You still keep snakes? You actually brought such a dangerous thing to the hospital." Zola saw when Chen Zhao opened the tool box, a colorful snake crawled out.

Chen Zhao was dissatisfied with Zola's attitude: "Old white man, are you interested in at least dying happily before you die, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Well, you don't need to..."

"Wait...can you do it?"

"If you need it, of course."

"Father."

Rasfa's face looked a little ugly: "Zola, go out and sit for a while."

"I'm not a little girl. I'm already a mother of two children. It's just...Father, when did you..."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Judging from his complexion, he shouldn't have been in contact with a woman for ten years." Chen Zhao kept his diagnosis at all and shared it with Zola enthusiastically.

"Doctor, please respect the patient's feelings and privacy, okay?"

"Sorry, I just don't like racists."

At this moment, Zola finally understood why Chen Zhao used such harsh words to treat a dying man after meeting his father.

She also always knew that her father had that tendency.

"You just said that I can survive not only tonight, but also three days, right?"

"Let's wait for you to survive tonight before we discuss the next treatment. And my treatment is not cheap, especially for a racist, the price is even higher."

Rasfa was very depressed. If he had been a little more restrained today, he might not have offended this Asian doctor.

After Rasfa had eaten, he began to feel sleepy.

"Let's go out and sit." Chen Zhao said.

Zola was a little worried when she saw her father sleeping.

"Don't worry. If his vital signs fluctuate, there will be an alarm. This is the special care unit."

"All right."

Sitting on the corridor, Zola took the initiative and said: "Sir, I'm sorry for all the outrageous remarks my father said to you."

"You don't need to apologize, you did nothing wrong and I won't forgive a racist."

"Sir, Miss, do you need coffee?"

"Thank you, bring me a drink. I haven't stayed up late for a long time." Chen Zhao said.

"Bring me a drink too, what do you want me to call you?" Zola asked.

"Chen Zhao."

"Chen Zhao?"

"Yes, just call me Chen."

"Which hospital do you work in? Or are you a private doctor?"

"No, I am an illegal doctor." Chen Zhao smiled.

Zola has no deep pursuit of this. She doesn't care who Chen Zhao is, as long as he can cure his father and delay his death.

At this time, a red-haired beauty came over: "Zola."

"Redella."

"How is your father?"

"Fortunately, I just ate a lot and fell asleep now."

Redela looked at the time on her watch, with some doubt on her face: "Are you sure he fell asleep?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure, he just fell asleep." Zola said in a positive tone.

Rasfa knew Redela's identity, and of course Zora also knew Redela's identity, so her tone was somewhat hostile.

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

"It's nothing. I think there's nothing wrong with you here. You can go back and rest."

"Beauty, can you leave your phone number? I'll come out for dinner when you're free."

"Who is this?"

"This is Chen, my friend."

"I'm sorry, Chen, I already have a boyfriend. My boyfriend doesn't like me eating with strange men."

Chen Zhao curled his lips, Zola smiled and looked at Redela's leaving figure: "Do you mind having a meal with me? Maybe we can have other entertainment after the meal."

"Um...I don't like destroying other people's families."

"I'm single now."

"That's no problem, as long as it's in my spare time, I'm happy to have dinner with a beautiful lady like you."

Zola is not young, already in her early forties, but she takes good care of herself and her figure is not out of shape at all.

"This is my personal phone number." Zola took out a business card. There was no position on it, only a name and a phone number.

"Are you going to sit here all night tonight?"

"I have to watch my father."

"I promise you, he will be fine. Why don't we find a place to lie down?"

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