Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 657: Your Hand, Is Only Worth This Much Money?

Chapter 657: Chapter 657: Your Hand, Is Only Worth This Much Money?

"Boss David, I think by now, you must have firmly remembered my name, right?"

In the midst of David’s screams, Fang Bai said with a smile, all the while pulling his hand back.

His voice didn’t sound loud to others, but to David, it was like a thunderclap on a clear day, exploding in his ears and buzzing in his head.

David’s body trembled, and his screams came to an abrupt halt.

Bearing the intense pain that came from his palm, David looked up at Fang Bai.

Fang Bai’s face carried a harmless smile, as if he wasn’t the one who had just broken David’s hand bones.

To David, that smile instilled a deep fear from his very bones, making him feel that this young man from Huaxia was not human, but a demon.

Then, David looked down at his right hand.

His right hand, once as hard as iron and capable of smashing stone steles, was now broken and rendered useless.

For a martial artist like David, losing the function of one hand meant losing at least thirty percent of his combat strength. In future confrontations with his arch-enemy Robertson, he would be at a complete disadvantage and might even be killed by Robertson.

Robertson was a ruthless and merciless man when it came to enemies. If David was weakened and defeated by him, becoming his captive, he would certainly be tortured to a fate worse than death.

Thinking about this, David shuddered.

David began to regret, regretting that he should not have tested Fang Bai’s strength, but should have humbly learned from Robertson and paid this young man compensation. Perhaps then his hand would not have been ruined.

But now, it was too late for regrets.

In front of David stood a young man from Huaxia, whose small body contained immense power. If he could easily crush the bones in David’s palm, he could certainly break David’s neck...

At this moment, David’s heart held no resentment, only a profound fear of Fang Bai.

"I... I remember... Your name is Fang Bai!"

Fang Bai’s voice thundered in David’s ears, and David nodded mechanically, bearing the excruciating pain in his palm and answering with a tremble in his voice.

David didn’t know if Fang Bai would next crush his neck to avenge Yang Xudong. He stood rigid, daring not to move an inch, as large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Actually, I don’t really like fighting and killing. As long as Boss David is willing to hand over the person who injured my Brother Yang and pay some compensation, we can still be friends! Also, I can heal your injured hand," Fang Bai said once more.

His voice rang in David’s ears again.

His last sentence sounded like heavenly music to David, who asked with a tremor, "Really... can it really be healed?"

Fang Bai replied, "If I say it can be healed, it can be healed! Our Huaxia’s medical skills are broad and profound, simply miraculous, there is no injury or illness that can’t be healed!"

As he spoke, he pointed to Yang Xudong and added, "Do you consider Brother Yang’s injuries to be serious? I can heal injuries as grave as his, so what’s your little injury compared to that?"

David glanced at Yang Xudong, who stood behind Fang Bai, standing upright. He didn’t look like someone who had recently received a life-threatening injury.

David was both shocked and elated, as if he had grasped a lifesaving straw, nodding continuously, "Okay, I’ll write you a check right now! Robertson that bastard took a billion US dollars, so I’ll take a billion too, right? William, take a few people and bring Monk Wuneng over... This bastard has caused me so much suffering!"

William, who was stunned, finally came to his senses, glanced fearfully at Fang Bai, then hurriedly left.

David, struggling with the pain in his right hand, used his left to write out a check for a billion US dollars to Fang Bai, then put on a strained smile and said, "Mr. Fang, Monk Wuneng who injured Mr. Yang will be brought to you shortly, at your disposal!"

Fang Bai nodded, raised his palm, and patted David’s shoulder, saying, "Very good, Boss David is a wise man! If you had done this earlier, things wouldn’t have turned out this way!"

Feeling honored by Fang Bai’s pat on the shoulder, David forced a smile and said, "It’s all because I failed to recognize a great man... Mr. Fang, my hand..."

Fang Bai took out a bottle of "Bone Healing and Muscle Regeneration Ointment," fiddling with it in his hand, and sighed, "This is my carefully formulated bone healing ointment. Just apply it to the palm, and within ten to fifteen days, your broken bones will heal completely. However, this ointment is extremely difficult to formulate, and I have only this one bottle left..."

After listening to Dragon Maiden’s translation, David looked at the ointment in Fang Bai’s hands, and thinking about how Yang Xudong’s broken leg bones had fully recovered, he believed it to some extent.

David also understood the implied message in Fang Bai’s last statement, which was nothing but a hint for him to buy the ointment. So, with a grit of his teeth, he said, "One million US dollars, how about that..."

Fang Bai didn’t even glance at him, continuing to toy with the bottle.

"Five million!"

Fang Bai ignored him.

"Ten million!"

Fang Bai gave him a glance, sighed, and said, "Boss David, is your hand only worth this much to you?"

David wiped the sweat from his forehead, made a pained expression, and said, "One hundred million! I’ll pay one hundred million! Mr. Fang, I’ve already given you a billion just now, I really don’t have much money left, please have mercy and sell me the ointment!"

Fang Bai’s face showed reluctance, "Alright, a hundred million it is! I’m taking a huge loss here!"

David, feeling like he wanted to vomit blood, tremblingly wrote another check for a hundred million US dollars to Fang Bai.

Yang Xudong watched as Fang Bai received one check after another; he was initially shocked, but soon became somewhat numb, only sighing in his heart that power was indeed a great thing, able to obtain wealth that ordinary people couldn’t even imagine in a lifetime, just with a strong hand.

In the span of one day, Yang Xudong had roughly calculated that Fang Bai had already racked up several billion US dollars, a pace faster than robbing a bank.

Fang Bai collected the checks with a clear conscience and sat quietly, waiting for David’s people to bring over Monk Wuneng, who had injured Yang Xudong.

It wasn’t long before a middle-aged man in a suit, sporting a shaved head that looked quite out of place, hurried towards them, escorted by several white men.

The scars on the head of the shaved man revealed his past identity as a Monk, while his attire indicated that he had secularized.

Seeing the shaved man, Yang Xudong’s expression changed, his eyes flaring with rage, and his fists clenched tightly, making a snapping sound at the joints.

Seeing Yang Xudong’s reaction, Fang Bai knew that this shaved man was the Monk Wuneng who had injured him.

According to Yang Xudong, Monk Wuneng was formerly a Shaolin Monk who, after violating the precepts, was expelled from the monastery, becoming a renegade of Shaolin. Unable to mix well in the Ancient Martial World of Huaxia, he had crossed the ocean to America to make a living and had joined David’s ranks to fight in boxing matches.

Upon arriving at the scene, Monk Wuneng looked up at David and the others; when he saw Yang Xudong, whom he had previously left gravely injured, he paused in shock, then quickly seemed to realize something, his expression flickering with panic.