Weird Rules Rumor: At The Beginning, He Insisted That He Was Not Dead
Chapter 128: Healing Town (5)

“Mmm...” Bai Liang nodded, not continuing the conversation, his gaze falling upon the doctors and nurses Fang Zhiyi had brought.

Fang Zhiyi approached the bed, crossing her arms, and said:

“How do you feel about them? What are your impressions?”

Bai Liang carefully observed the five. First was the beautiful doctor standing in the foreground, with an elegant posture, a pleasant face, and a gentle gaze; she looked very professional.

The four nurses behind her also drew attention, each with their own distinct characteristics. One in a white gown was approximately the same height as Fang Zhiyi, with long, flowing hair and cute dimples.

The next nurse wore a pink gown and spectacles, possessing an attractive figure and a strict demeanor.

The third nurse was in a blue gown, with short, shoulder-length hair, young and energetic, with slightly rounded cheeks, creating the image of a cute girl.

The last one, in a green gown, was small, with large eyes, which gave her the appearance of a young beauty.

“Excellent, very good!” Bai Liang was pleased with Fang Zhiyi’s choices, clearly not regretting the money spent.

“Mr. Bai, your condition has stabilized. I’m going to transfer you to our VIP ward, where you’ll receive the best care and conditions. How does that sound to you?”

Bai Liang nodded and replied with a smile:

“Good, do as you see fit.”

“Before we do that, we need to conduct an examination. Is that acceptable?”

“Of course!”

The doctor began the examination, and the four nurses assisted her. Everything proceeded very harmoniously, and Bai Liang enjoyed the process.

Meanwhile, Zhou Hong, standing nearby, was utterly shocked.

Apparently, these beauties had come for Bai Liang, and he didn’t even have a chance?

Huh?!

So what was I just saying, like a real clown?

Zhou Hong tugged at the blanket, trying to minimize his presence. If he could, he would immediately discharge himself from the hospital, board a train to Gotham City, and arrange a fateful meeting with Batman.

Soon, all of Bai Liang’s medical examinations were completed.

The doctor, looking at the data, was astonished. She could see that his body’s condition was absolutely normal; he was completely healthy.

But this was strange because she knew that all patients in this hospital were missing organs, and none of them could possibly be this healthy!

Yet, here was the fact before her: Bai Liang was perfectly fine. She didn’t doubt her own skill, but she was starting to wonder if she had gone insane.

“Doctor, what’s wrong?” Bai Liang asked, puzzled, seeing the doctor dumbfounded.

The doctor snapped back to reality and, pretending nothing had happened, smiled:

“Mr. Bai, your condition is recovering very well. We’ll transfer you to another ward now!”

It’s worth noting that the cost of one night in a VIP single ward at the hospital was 5000 yuan!

From this sum, doctors and nurses received a percentage, which was significantly more than for treating regular patients.

In fact, Bai Liang could already be discharged, and even if he needed to stay for observation, a regular ward would be sufficient, not a VIP one.

As a doctor, her duty was not to invent non-existent illnesses. Nor would she earn money by advising him to stay in a VIP ward unnecessarily.

“Okay!” Bai Liang nodded.

He wasn’t worried about money right now; comfort was paramount.

In short, he wasn’t interested in money at all right now!

The short-haired nurse brought a wheelchair for the patient’s convenient transfer to another ward. Bai Liang didn’t refuse the help and sat in the chair.

The nurse wheeled him out of the ward.

Only the one hiding under the blanket remained – Zhou Hong... oh, that is, the clown.

He heard that there was no more noise outside, and only then did he stick his head out, seeing that Bai Liang and the others had already left. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But then he felt a sour taste in his heart again.

He turned to his bodyguard and asked:

“Listen, can you help me transfer to a VIP ward?”

He had seen Fang Zhiyi leave and return a while later with a beautiful doctor and a nurse.

Zhou Hong assumed that this could very well be Fang Zhiyi’s doing.

So, perhaps his bodyguard also possessed such an ability?

Hearing his words, the bodyguard nodded:

“Of course, I can.”

Zhou Hong’s eyes suddenly lit up, and at that moment, he felt he had found a solution to his problem:

“Really?”

“Yes, you just need to pay 5000 coins a day for the VIP ward, and I can transfer you to it,” the bodyguard replied.

Zhou Hong: ... 5000 coins? Are you kidding me!

...

On the fifth floor of the hospital, Bai Liang was wheeled out of the elevator, and a very clean and tidy corridor opened before him.

After a moment, he stopped at one of the wards, seeing the sign above it read “VIP Ward 520.”

The doctor opened the ward door, and the nurse wheeled Bai Liang inside.

The room was luxuriously furnished; the ceiling lights emitted a soft glow, creating a very comfortable atmosphere.

In the center stood a soft, large bed, and opposite it hung a large plasma TV screen, so one could lie in bed and watch television.

Flowers and books lay on the bedside table and bed, adding to the comfort and romance.

Furthermore, the ward had air conditioning, an audio system, a refrigerator, and all necessary equipment, making the place resemble a luxurious hotel suite rather than a hospital room.

The doctor addressed Bai Liang:

“Mr. Bai, our VIP ward was meticulously designed to provide patients with the most comfortable treatment conditions, allowing them to recover their health faster.”

Bai Liang nodded: “Very thoughtful.”

The doctor bowed slightly: “This is our duty and responsibility. We will be very happy if you recover quickly.”

After completing the transfer to the ward, the doctor and nurses left the room. Should Bai Liang need anything, he could summon them at any moment.

Lying on the bed, Bai Liang felt the softness of the mattress and couldn’t help but admire: “This is what it means to be rich; with money, you can do anything.”

Fang Zhiyi sat nearby, picked up a book from the bedside table, and began to flip through it. Hearing Bai Liang’s words, she smiled:

“I don’t agree with you on that. In my opinion, even if a person is the richest, if they don’t have a healthy body, it’s useless.”

“It seems you don’t understand the power of money at all!”

Bai Liang looked at her, resting his head on his hand: “You must understand, there is only one disease in the worldthat is poverty. If you are sick and have no money, you are simply doomed. With money, you can buy your life, even from Yama himself!”

Hearing this, Fang Zhiyi frowned, already about to reply, when a Black Card touched her watch.

Beep, transfer of funds...

10,000 yuan!

Seeing this, her expression instantly changed. She said seriously:

“Of course, you are absolutely right, I completely agree with you!”