The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 942 - 942 941 I Don't Want You to Call Me Boss

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The ticket scalper’s other hand was also twisted and broken by Wang Dadong.

“Ah, my hand, my hand is broken!” The ticket scalper’s agonized screams were earth-shattering.

Having one’s hand twisted to break—it’s an unbearable agony, absolutely gut-wrenching.

Luckily, modern medicine is quite advanced; even comminuted fractures can be cured.

The ticket scalper endured the pain and climbed up from the ground.

Fortunately, he was in a hospital; as long as he received timely treatment, his hand could still be saved.

However, to the ticket scalper’s despair, when he went to register, the earliest available appointment was three days later!

No registration meant no treatment.

If he had to wait three days for treatment, his hand might truly be crippled for good.

“Who’ll sell me a ticket?

I’ll buy it at a high price—ten thousand yuan!” The ticket scalper was in so much pain that beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

No one paid him any attention.

“Twenty thousand!

I’ll pay twenty thousand!”

Still, no one responded.

“Fifty thousand!

Whoever gives me one ticket, I’ll pay them fifty thousand!” The ticket scalper was frantic, his hand couldn’t afford to wait.

Fifty thousand—a hefty price.

Many of those who caught the tickets Wang Dadong had thrown out moments ago were tempted.

Especially those with less severe health concerns—selling one ticket for fifty thousand was indeed enticing, considering the tickets were picked up for free anyway.

But when they caught sight of Wang Dadong’s cold, indifferent gaze, they instantly dismissed the idea.

If anyone dared sell a ticket to the scalper now, they’d likely end up following in his footsteps—this man was terrifyingly ruthless.

Finally, the ticket scalper reaped what he sowed, standing at the registration counter, unable to book a ticket.

At that moment, he finally understood what it felt like to have money but be unable to treat an illness.

“The child can be saved—thank you, kind savior—I’ll bow to you!” Wang Dadong handed one of the remaining tickets to the old woman from earlier.

The woman was so moved that tears streamed down her face, as she tried to kneel down and bow to Wang Dadong.

Wang Dadong hurriedly held the old woman up and urged her to take the child for medical treatment immediately, to not delay any further.

Witnessing this scene, many people changed their view of Wang Dadong.

Earlier, when Wang Dadong violently assaulted the ticket scalper and twisted his hand to break it, he seemed like a heinous criminal that everyone was terrified of.

Yet now, he appeared genuinely kind-hearted.

“I will make you regret this!” The ticket scalper glared at Wang Dadong with a face full of venom, then quickly left.

In response to the scalper’s words, Wang Dadong smirked dismissively—there were plenty of things that could make him regret, but there were very few people capable of doing so.

“President Lin, we’ve got tickets.” Wang Dadong waved the registration ticket in the air at the female CEO.

Lin Shiyan nodded lightly, then gritted her teeth and said, “I don’t like it when you call me President Lin—it feels distant.”

“Uh… so what do you want me to call you?” Wang Dadong asked.

“You know what I mean…” The female CEO’s cheeks blushed slightly, her eyes filled with expectation.

Lin Shiyan, who once felt exasperated when Wang Dadong domineeringly called her his wife, wondering how the world could produce such a shameless man, might never have imagined that there would come a day when she would voluntarily suggest he call her that.

“President Lin?” Wang Dadong tested tentatively.

“Nope.” Lin Shiyan shook her head.

“Queen?”

“Still wrong…”

“Oh, I get it now!” Wang Dadong suddenly clapped his forehead.

“What is it?” Lin Shiyan’s expression brightened with expectation.

“Secretary Lin!”

Lin Shiyan: “…”

Beside them, Yong Limei looked at the two with a puzzled face—Secretary Lin?

What’s this about?

Had President Lin been a secretary in the past?

This didn’t seem right; President Lin had become CEO of Shiyan Group directly upon entering—surely she hadn’t worked as a secretary?

Yong Limei clearly wasn’t following along.

Lin Shiyan shot Wang Dadong an annoyed glare—this guy actually remembered the time they’d gone to the bar and swapped identities.

Of course, Wang Dadong knew exactly what Lin Shiyan wanted him to call her, but since they had just reconciled, he was having a hard time saying it, especially with Yong Limei present.

He certainly didn’t want others thinking he was some sort of gigolo… Well, to be honest, in Yong Limei’s eyes, he probably didn’t look much different from one anyway…

Wang Dadong’s luck wasn’t bad—it was soon the female CEO’s turn.

Lin Shiyan lay on the hospital bed, a trace of fear in her eyes.

While she had already undergone one inspection at Jiangdu City’s hospital, this time it was different.

Heavenly Capital Hospital was reputed to be one of the best hospitals in all of Huaxia, with top-tier medical equipment and techniques.

She was genuinely worried that they might discover something wrong with her health.

At not even 28 years old, she was in the prime of her youth—successful career, admired by thousands—she absolutely didn’t want to die prematurely.

“Alright, all unrelated personnel, please leave—you can’t interfere with the examination!” The doctor in a white lab coat and mask spoke coldly.

“Dadong…

don’t go, I’m scared…” Lin Shiyan’s fear grew more intense in her eyes.

Wang Dadong gently held Lin Shiyan’s hand and said softly, “President Lin, don’t worry, you’ll be fine.

I’ll come back in soon.”

Wang Dadong let go of the female CEO’s hand and slowly stepped out of the emergency room.

Although somewhat concerned about the female CEO’s condition, Wang Dadong wasn’t overly worried.

As long as they determined the cause of her illness, they could start to treat it.

If worse came to worst, he’d turn the Laojun Furnace upside-down if it meant curing the female CEO.

With the female CEO inside the emergency room, Wang Dadong and Yong Limei waited outside.

“Little Yong, I’m heading out to buy a pack of cigarettes,” Wang Dadong said to Yong Limei.

He’d been away for quite a while—he needed to inform the little nurse; otherwise, she might get worried.

Shortly after Wang Dadong left, another doctor wearing a white lab coat and a mask entered the emergency room.

…

“Young Master He, I already injected her with anesthesia just now.”

“I don’t want anesthesia—I want her dead.” He Feilong’s gaze turned icy cold.

“Huh?

Young Master He, this isn’t something to mess around with!” Li Wei exclaimed in shock.

Li Wei was the doctor responsible for conducting Lin Shiyan’s examination, and He Feilong was none other than the previous ticket scalper whose hands Wang Dadong had destroyed.

“What’s there to be afraid of?

Just make it look like an anesthesia accident afterward, simple as that,” He Feilong sneered.

“But…

This would have serious repercussions on the hospital’s reputation,” Li Wei frowned.

“What’s the problem?

Accidents happen in hospitals all the time.

If you pull this off, I’ll pay you fifty thousand.” He Feilong replied.

Wang Dadong might have ruined his hands, but he was determined to repay that humiliation.

Li Wei hesitated, “Young Master He, this isn’t just about money—if an accident really happens on my watch, I’ll definitely be sanctioned.”

“What are you afraid of?

With me around, you’re covered.

How about this—if you succeed, I’ll have my uncle promote you to deputy chief physician!

Of course, you need to handle this flawlessly without leaving any evidence.” He Feilong gave a tempting offer.