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“One day’s medical expenses cost 10,000. Why don’t you just go rob someone instead?” Wang Xiaoke was furious. She was absolutely certain this man was deliberately making her life difficult just because he didn’t like her.
“Don’t look at me with that expression.” Wang Xiaoke’s gaze was so piercing that Chen Ze couldn’t ignore it even if he tried. “I have a detailed list here that clearly states the costs of everything. I guarantee not a penny is unjustified.”
The beautiful assistant handed over two densely packed sheets of paper.
Wang Xiaoke took a closer look, and her eyes practically turned green with rage. “I don’t mind if you’re staying in a VIP ward, but who on earth needs to buy a flat-screen TV, air conditioner, dry cleaning machine, and leather sofa just for a hospital stay?”
“Oh, you mean those.” Chen Ze wasn’t in a hurry to send Wang Xiaoke away. Instead, he leisurely stretched out his legs and sank into the leather sofa nearby. The beautiful assistant, sharp as ever, poured him a glass of red wine.
“I don’t like using things that others have used, so I bought new ones. But don’t worry, I’m not ripping you off. I’ll only use these things while I’m hospitalized. Once I’m fully recovered, you can take them back and resell them. It’s not a loss, is it?” Chen Ze took a small sip of the wine and turned to Wang Xiaoke. “Would you like a glass?”
Wang Xiaoke was utterly speechless in the face of this man’s refined yet absurd taste.
“You go ahead and drink. I’m afraid I can’t handle it.” Wang Xiaoke felt a deep, unhealable wound in her soul as she turned her attention back to the medical expense list.
“Various vitamins, supplements, and even things like bird’s nest—fine, I can accept those. But, big brother, if I’m not mistaken, this 7,000-yuan bottle of red wine doesn’t exactly qualify as medicine, does it?” Wang Xiaoke could almost smell the stench of money wafting from that bottle of wine.
“Red wine may not be considered medicine,” Chen Ze said gracefully, swirling his glass, “but surely you understand the importance of a good mood for a patient, don’t you?”
Wang Xiaoke wanted to answer with a resounding no. Her gut told her this was just another trap.
Sure enough, the patient across from her continued, “When I’m in a bad mood, a little of this helps me relax. In other words, it has a therapeutic effect on my emotions. I’m sure you can understand that, right?”
Understand your sister! Wang Xiaoke screamed internally, but outwardly, she maintained her innocent, harmless smile.
“Big brother, your health is truly priceless. You’ve burned through several years’ worth of my savings in just one day.”
“Priceless? Not really,” Chen Ze replied, looking at her with feigned sympathy. “But if this is all you’ve managed to save in a few years, then you really are quite incompetent. No wonder they say incompetent people always place too much importance on money. Seems there’s some truth to that.”
Wang Xiaoke stared at the bandaged man in front of her, who looked like a human burrito, and felt an overwhelming urge to punch him.
“In fact, to help you bear this responsibility, I’ve already been considerate and frugal enough today,” Chen Ze said, shaking his head as if he truly cared. “But I didn’t expect you to be living such a miserable life that you can’t even afford this.”
Under Chen Ze’s disdainful gaze, Wang Xiaoke took a deep breath and said, “Fine, I put you in the hospital. I’ll take responsibility.”
“Good. That’s the proper attitude for admitting your mistakes.”
If Wang Xiaoke stayed any longer, she was certain she’d end up finishing off this flamboyant man who had just been admitted to the hospital.
“Don’t forget to come back tomorrow!” Chen Ze’s voice lingered in the air behind her as she walked away.
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