After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

Faced with the threat of the truth, Dr. Huang had to make an exception and said: "You can pay half of the money first, and when she wakes up tomorrow, you can pay the remaining half." He always collected money first when treating other people!

"Wait a minute, I'll get the money now." Zhang Ran turned and walked out, opened the trunk of the car and took out five gold bricks. Just as he closed the trunk, he saw a car driving towards him from a distance.

Zhang Ran recognized it as his own car at a glance and waited for it to stop.

The car door opened, and the person who got out was indeed Qiuyu.

"Is Xiaochan okay?" Qiuyu is more than ten years older than them and has always called Dongchan "Xiaochan".

"It's okay for now." Zhang Ran led her into the basement and placed five gold bricks on the table next to them.

Doctor Huang took out the disinfectant and sprayed it, then wiped it carefully with gauze before putting it in his pocket.

"You mysophobia!" Zhang Ran suddenly cursed. Before in the basement, she sprayed disinfectant on the gold bricks and then wiped them just to put on a show in front of the police, but the doctor in front of her was a real mysophobia who even thought gold was dirty.

Doctor Huang's ears twitched and he swallowed his anger.

Zhang Ran's insults were a deliberate test. If it was the Doctor Huang in her memory, she would never have tolerated her insults and would have ordered someone to hold her hands and feet and inject her with a sedative on the spot.

He caught a glimpse of Qiuyu out of the corner of his eye and suddenly asked, "Can you quit your drug addiction?" Qiuyu couldn't be sent to a drug rehabilitation center, and it was not reliable to let her quit at home. It would be better to hand her over to a professional.

"Of course." Doctor Huang pushed his glasses up on his nose, his sharp eyes falling on Qiuyu through the lenses. "Ten million."

Zhang Ran pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head, "Say it again?" He dared to charge her 10 million for quitting drugs. Did he really think she was a sucker?

"Ten million is just a deposit." Doctor Huang boasted fearlessly, sizing Qiu Yu up. "She needs a lung transplant."

Zhang Ran subconsciously looked towards Qiu Yu.

Dr. Huang calmly explained, "Her long-term smoking has caused severe damage to her lungs. A lung transplant could give her a few more years to live. If she doesn't, she'll develop advanced lung cancer, which is beyond the reach of any other treatment."

Lung transplant? No wonder they dared to take a 10 million deposit, Zhang Ran thought to himself, and the doubts he had just dispelled about him suddenly increased.

After she made a big fuss in the mental hospital, Dr. Huang left the hospital. No one knew how he joined the underworld. Perhaps he was a gangster himself and left because he was worried that his identity would be exposed.

He gave his heart and soul to people in the park and performed transplants. Because he was not very skilled, many people became experimental subjects, and countless people died under his scalpel.

The doctor in this black clinic actually has this skill. Is it another coincidence?

"Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God. I am not considering changing it for the time being." Qiuyu was not scared by what Dr. Huang said.

She used to fight in underground boxing and would sign a life and death contract every time before entering the ring. She used to live every day as if it were her last. It was not until she followed Zhang Ran that she lived a comfortable life for a few years. She earned all this. Otherwise, as she got older, the new generation would push the old generation out, and the old generation would be beaten to death on the beach. She would have died in the ring long ago.

Besides, whose lungs should she get? She didn't want to kill an innocent person.

Seeing that Qiuyu didn't plan to get a lung transplant, Zhang Ran comforted her, "I know an old Chinese doctor. I'll take you to see him during the holidays. Maybe a few doses of Chinese medicine will help."

When Dr. Huang heard Zhang Ran praising a Chinese medicine doctor in front of him, he snorted coldly.

"Do you have a toothache?" Zhang Ran immediately retorted, "You said you want a lung transplant, so whose lungs? Yours?"

Doctor Huang: “…Just pretend I didn’t say anything.”