I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan Chapter 667 - 470 Immortals

To him, Xia Liang had beco an immortal-like existence. And what an immortal said couldn’t possibly be false.

"I hope one day I can et Master Xia, who saved my life. Then I’ll be able to thank him personally," Zhang Buyu said, taking a deep breath. As the main person involved in this incident, he was the one who could best appreciate Xia Liang’s abilities.

When Xia Liang placed the Revival Pill in his mouth, his consciousness had actually already returned to his body. Afterward, he could even feel his shattered internal organs repairing themselves—a miracle that only a true Living Immortal could perform.

Just as Zhang Jie was about to leave the ward to let Zhang Buyu rest, a loud commotion suddenly reached them. Their ward was so distance from the lobby, yet they could still hear the noise, which spoke volus about how loud the person was.

"I don’t believe it! You must be able to save my son! Isn’t your Third Hospital supposed to be the best surgical hospital in Qingyun? Why can’t you treat injuries from a car accident?"

A mont of quiet followed, presumably as the doctors in the lobby tried to explain the situation.

"I don’t care! You must bring the dead back to life for This Master! If you can’t, I’ll tear your hospital down! Whoever can save my son, I’ll give them one hundred Yuan!"

From these snippets of conversation, the father and son were able to piece together the gist of what was happening. A tycoon’s son had died on the spot in a car accident, but the tycoon refused to accept it and was now causing a scene at the Third Hospital, demanding the doctors revive him.

But how could the dead co back to life? The mont the thought crossed their minds, Zhang Jie and his son exchanged a look and couldn’t help but give a bitter smile. Before, they certainly wouldn’t have believed the dead could be resurrected. But now, such a thing had happened to them.

"A reward of one hundred Yuan... if only Master Xia were still here," Zhang Jie said with a smile. "Maybe we could let him try."

"Dad, do you think Master Xia would be interested in a re hundred Yuan?"

"That’s true." Zhang Jie took a sip of tea and continued, "You get so rest. I’m stepping out for a bit."

Zhang Jie had just finished speaking and hadn’t even moved yet when he overheard two nurses talking outside the door.

"This Boss Xiao still wants to save his son? I think his son got what he deserved."

"Why do you say that?"

"You don’t know? Boss Xiao’s son is no good. He was always out street racing and has killed who knows how many people. He finally got into an accident today. His red Lamborghini was completely totaled."

The voices from outside gradually faded, but inside the ward, Zhang Jie and his son stood frozen in place, their faces pale and their gazes locked. Both of them had simultaneously recalled Master Xia’s final words: *The perpetrator will soon get what he deserves.*

And in Zhang Buyu’s mory, the person who had hit him was driving a red Lamborghini sports car.

The commotion outside the ward continued, but the father and son couldn’t hear a thing. They stared at each other, their faces ashen. Even if it was just a coincidence, even if they hadn’t truly confird it, they harbored no doubt about the identity of this rich heir. This person had to be the hit-and-run driver from just a while ago.

"Dad, do you rember what Master Xia looked like?" Zhang Buyu finally stamred out after a long pause. "I want to have a statue of him made for worship."

His father, Zhang Jie, nodded solemnly. Master Xia had not only saved Zhang Buyu’s life but had also ensured the culprit received his just deserts.

Thinking of Xia Liang’s last words as he left, Zhang Jie suddenly felt as if his mory of the man was wreathed in auspicious clouds. Everything that happened felt like a dream. Master Xia didn’t just see to it that the culprit got what he deserved; he even made the man appear right here at the Third Hospital. At the ti, I thought what Xia Liang said was strange. What if the perpetrator was punished but we never found out? Now, I understand. This was all part of God Xia’s plan. The perpetrator’s body would be delivered right to us! Recalling how those two nurses just happened to be talking right outside their door, Zhang Jie was once again seized by a profound sense of shock.

THUMP.

Lost in thought, Zhang Jie’s knees went weak, and he once again collapsed to the floor, kneeling in the direction of the window.

「Simultaneously, in the hospital dormitory」

Lin Yu, exhausted from the day’s events, dragged her weary body back ho. She had beco a director at this major hospital at such a young age, not only through her own hard work but also thanks to her father’s significant influence.

Lin Yu’s father, Lin Tianhua, was a top-tier dical professor in the Dragon Country. In his youth, he had solved countless complex dical cases, both at ho and abroad. His greatest contribution, however, was cultivating batch after batch of top dical talents for the Dragon Country. After retiring, the old master had returned to his hotown. Now, more than half of the directors of Qingyun’s major hospitals had once been his students.

After stepping through the door, an exhausted Lin Yu collapsed onto the sofa. As she replayed the day’s events in her mind, her face was still a mask of utter disbelief.