Chapter 340 Fried chicken legs are only eligible for those who believe in me.

Meow meow--

Samael stood next to the flower bed, stretching out his paws.

"Human, become my believer, I will give you endless wealth and glory, and serve your master with the food in your hands."

"What a cute little kitten."

"What breed is this?"

"Hey, come and eat this."

Meow meow meow--

"Very well, seeing as you have accepted your loyalty to me, you will be my first followers, go ahead and spread my faith."

After his three followers left, Samael jumped onto Chen Zhao's table.

Chen Zhao was sitting on a chair in the open-air cafe, and Samael took a proud step: "Humans...not, Master, have you seen it, I have developed three followers, this is my first step to conquer the world. "

"Well, very good, keep working hard." Chen Zhao replied casually.

"If you beg me, I will share the food on my hand with you." Samael looked at Chen Zhao proudly.

Chen Zhao glanced at the chicken drumstick next to Samael's mouth: "You can enjoy it yourself."

"You really don't want it? This golden skin is full of alluring aroma and delicate taste. It is definitely the best enjoyment in the world."

As the Demon King of Hell, Chen Zhao has no doubt about the power of Samael.

After all, he has seen how powerful the superior demon can be, and as the demon king, Samael must be stronger than Beelzebub Zoffei and Oris.

Except for one thing, he has never seen the market and is a complete country bumpkin.

"When I rule the world, I will issue a decree. Only my believers in the world are allowed to enjoy this thing."

"This is called fried chicken legs." Chen Zhao reminded.

"Oh, fried chicken legs."

"Eat the chicken legs and go to the hospital."

…

"Mr. Tim, your son's situation is more dangerous."

"He is now in the operating room for rescue."

"What happened to Hoffman?"

"The ventricular deformity correction surgery was performed half a year ago, but the growth of his ventricular endometrium still has its own muscle memory, so his intima did not grow completely according to the postoperative ventricular shape, forming an obstruction in the ventricle."

"You told me that Hoffman's operation was successful, why are you telling me these strange symptoms now?" Tim Waltz didn't understand at all. He only knew that his son was in danger now.

"Mr. Tim, this is unpredictable. No one can predict the growth memory of muscle tissue." The attending doctor explained.

"Then let me ask you, can Hoffman come out of the operating room safely now?"

"This...I...I try my best."

"What I want is not your best effort, I want your guarantee."

"I……"

"If I hear bad news, I'll fill you in the Somali Trench."

The attending doctor lowered his head: "I'm going to do the surgery first."

He didn't dare to blame Tim Waltz. This was the richest man in the United States, and he even had shares in this hospital.

If he really wants to throw someone into the Somali Trench, no one can save him.

At this time, a red-haired beauty came over. Tim Waltz glanced at the red-haired beauty with a look of dissatisfaction on his face: "Miss Redela, you came too late."

"Sorry, Mr. Tim."

"Hoffman has been recuperating according to your requirements, but now he is in danger again. Can you explain it to me?"

Redela looked embarrassed: "Mr. Tim, you have to understand that Hoffman was born with a congenital ventricular malformation. After the operation, although the operation half a year ago was successful, he still cannot move like a normal person. This It’s because the shape of his ventricle was artificially corrected and is actually still very fragile, and the treatment plan I arranged for Hoffman can only avoid most of his dangers, but it is not an absolute guarantee.”

"I'm paying you $20,000 a month and all I want is an absolute guarantee."

"No one can give an absolute guarantee. I am just his health consultant. What I can give is advice, but I cannot directly give him treatment. If I can make a 100% guarantee, it will not be 20,000 US dollars, but Two hundred thousand dollars." Redela said matter-of-factly.

"If you can guarantee my son's life, so what if I give you two hundred thousand dollars a month."

At this moment, a red light suddenly lit up above the door of the operating room.

"What does this mean?" Tim Waltz asked.

Redela looked a little unnatural when she saw the flashing red light.

At this time, two more people in white coats entered the operating room.

"Miss Redela, what is going on?"

"Emergency." Redela said with a solemn expression.

"How urgent?"

"It is life-threatening. During the operation, an unexpected situation occurs and requires the assistance of other doctors. This rarely happens."

"Are you saying that Hoffman is in danger now?"

Redela nodded: "It's very dangerous."

"Open the door, open the door...I want to see Hoffman! Open the door for me quickly."

"Mr. Tim, you will disturb the doctors inside rescuing Hoffman." Redella pulled Tim Waltz.

Tim Waltz was nervous and pacing outside the operating room.

As time passed, Tim Waltz became more and more uneasy.

"Miss Redela, it's been so long. Isn't Huffman okay?"

Redela remained silent, and Tim Waltz was a little angry: "You are talking."

"Mr. Tim, what do you want me to say? Tell you some news that can reassure you?" Redella said: "The longer the delay is, the more detrimental it will be to Hoffman. A long operation will not only affect Hoffman is an extremely dangerous thing and puts a huge burden on the surgeon."

Tim Waltz became increasingly uneasy: "How long will it take for Hoffman to come out?"

Redela is not the attending doctor, so how does she know how long it will take to get out?

Finally, three hours later, the door to the operating room opened.

Several doctors and medical staff came out.

"Doctor, how is Hoffman?"

The attending doctor took off his mask and looked embarrassed: "Mr. Tim, I'm sorry."

"I don't understand what you said. I asked you how Hoffman is doing."

"Please grief."

"You bastard, what are you talking about!? Tell me clearly." Tim Waltz suddenly lost control and brushed the collar of the attending doctor.

"Mr. Tim, can you calm down? This is a hospital."

"I'm the major shareholder here, I can talk whatever I want!" Tim Waltz roared: "I want to hear good news, you tell me good news! How is Hoffman?"

Everyone could see that Tim Waltz was on the verge of madness.