Weird Rules Rumor: At The Beginning, He Insisted That He Was Not Dead
Chapter 134: Healing Town (11)

After eating, it was time to enjoy the show.

These few nurses were not only beautiful and possessed excellent massage skills, but their dancing was also absolutely delightful.

In the VIP ward, everything was prepared perfectly: a sound system and lighting effects. When the music started, the four nurses, each with their unique style, began their performance.

However, looking at their uniforms, a vague feeling arose, as if this were some sort of cosplay show.

I envy neither lovers nor godsI only envy White God every single day.

My teeth are already gritted from envy; I even smoked two gas cylinders, but I still can't understand how White God can live in such bliss!

Above is heaven, below are Suzhou and Hangzhou, and then there's White God, shining day and night. Share this beauty with him, shake his soul, and charge yourself with his light!

What eloquence from the commentator above! As an uneducated person, I can only add one word: “Damn, that’s awesome!”

The world of nightmares cannot exist without White God, just as the West cannot exist without Jerusalem!

White God’s life is my dream! I wonder how high I need to prop up my pillow to dream of something like this? And how much money does it take to have so much fun?

You guys think that’s all? No! That was just the first part, and the second will be even hotter! White God, let me throw you a “rocket” (donation), just show us the second part!

I thought heavenly fairies lived somewhere high up, but it turns out they’re in a private room... (*꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

...

The music faded, and the dance came to an end.

“Mr. Bai, it’s time for you to rest,” observed the doctor standing to the side.

Hearing this, Bai Liang nodded:

“Alright, you’re all dismissed for now.”

“You’ve all delighted me greatly with this show,” he added, addressing the four nurses. “Each of you will receive ten thousand as a tip. When my bodyguard returns, go to her for the money.”

Bai Liang’s words brought genuine joy to the doctor and nurses. They thanked him in unison:

“Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Bai! We are only too happy to strive for your well-being!”

“Please rest, and if you need anything, call at any time!”

When the nurses left, only Bai Liang and Tsou Wei remained in the ward, calmly finishing her fruit.

“Honestly, I’m starting to envy you, Mr. Bai,” Tsou Wei remarked with a smile, popping a piece of pitahaya (dragon fruit) into her mouth.

The doctor who had just left the ward was her colleague. It couldn't be said that he was a professional above her level, but in this hospital, he was certainly among the best. However, under the influence of the money Bai Liang was investing, he had practically turned into a butler, and the four nurses had become more like attendants than nurses.

After all, hadn't she herself become his personal doctor after a literal hundred million was showered upon her?

Bai Liang didn’t respond to her remark, merely glancing at the fruit pieces in her hand. Tsou Wei understood without a word and carefully brought a piece of pitahaya to his lips.

At that moment, Fang Zhiyi suddenly entered the ward. She happened to catch Tsou Wei carefully feeding Bai Liang the fruit, paused for a second, and then said:

“Uh... It looks like I interrupted you? Should I step out, and you two continue?”

“Did you think we were playing some kind of ‘fun’ role-playing games here?” Bai Liang grumbled, rolling his eyes, while simultaneously popping the fruit Tsou Wei offered into his mouth.

He turned to Fang Zhiyi and asked:

“So, how are things? Have there been any problems at the hospital?”

Fang Zhiyi, approaching the table, noticed the abundance of fruit and looked at Bai Liang:

“May I take something?”

“Eat as much as you like,” he waved his hand.

Fang Zhiyi plucked a grape and popped it into her mouth, then got straight to the point:

“I contacted one of the deputy directors of Ya’an Hospital. He’s a middle-aged fellow, a bit bald, a bit stoutin short, a typical ‘sea of fat, little hair’ type.”

Saying this, she shifted her gaze to Tsou Wei and asked curiously:

“Listen, I’ve had a question for a while: among the hospital’s top management, there’s a curious featuremany have a ‘hairstyle’ resembling a receding hairline. Is that some kind of mandatory corporate dress code?”

Hearing this, Bai Liang also looked at Tsou Wei. He himself was curious: did hospital management always have so little hair?

“If we’re being honest,” Tsou Wei shrugged, “to get promoted in a hospital, you need not only ability but also substantial experience. That much is probably clear to you.”

“Take my own case, for instance: at my age, to reach the level of an attending physician is already a sign of the highest professionalism. But to become a department head, even if your skills are excellent, under normal circumstances, you’d need to work until your thirties.”

“And the post of vice-director is usually reached around fifty years old; it’s difficult to get there earlier.”

Then she looked at Bai Liang again and added:

“Of course, if you’re a person with a lot of money, you can just open a private hospital and appoint anyone you please as director.”

“Understood. Alright, let’s drop the topic of hairstyles,” Fang Zhiyi sighed and got back to business: “I, in fact, told that deputy director that we intended to buy Ya’an Hospital. But he immediately and sharply refused, saying that the hospital doesn’t belong to any one person; it’s supposedly a public asset for all residents of Healing Town.”

“So, we can’t buy it?” Bai Liang understood. In other words, they were refusing to sell it.

Tsou Wei, crossing her arms over her chest and smiling, clarified:

“I once chose to work at Ya’an Hospital precisely because its management had such a ‘selfless’ policy: they don’t bow to any money, dedicating all their attention solely to treating patients.”

“So, Mr. Bai, I’m afraid your idea of buying Ya’an Hospital won’t work out.”

“Well, not entirely,” Fang Zhiyi shook her head. “They said: ‘Add more money.’”

Bai Liang: “...”

Tsou Wei: “...”

It's always like this: there's nothing that can't be bought with moneyit's just a matter of the amount. When money speaks the loudest, “truth” also begins to tremble.

“Did he name a specific price?” Bai Liang asked, after a moment of thought.

“Hmm... I’m afraid it will greatly surprise you,” Fang Zhiyi looked embarrassed, as if she believed that even for a rich man like Bai Liang, this figure was too high, “five hundred billion.”

As one of the best hospitals in Healing Town, it possessed immense valueafter all, people from other cities even traveled there for treatment. But a sum of half a trillion truly sounded exorbitant. Both Fang Zhiyi and Tsou Wei doubted anyone could genuinely just go and buy this institution.

“Five hundred billion?” Bai Liang repeated. Touching his chin, he nodded: “It’s a bit expensive, of course... but still not beyond what’s possible.”

“Alright, it’s decided: we’re buying this hospital!”

Hearing this, Fang Zhiyi and Tsou Wei were dumbfounded with astonishment. Their eyes wide, they stared at Bai Liang in shock.

“W-we’re really buying it?” they stammered.

Bai Liang merely shrugged:

“It’s only five hundred billion. Is that really a lot?”

The two girls: “...”