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Four people slowly walked out of the ward, gently closing the door to leave Leo a quiet resting space. In the dimly lit corridor outside, the environment was quiet, with only occasional sounds of medical equipment breaking the tranquility.
Jim turned to look at Douglas, his eyes revealing helplessness and a hint of anger. He knew that every time they came here, no matter the situation, Douglas always managed to squeeze some money out of their group of mercenaries. Jim's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction and teasing: "You old scoundrel, how much are you planning to squeeze out of us this time?"
Douglas seemed a bit surprised by Jim's bluntness, but he quickly regained his composure, shaking his head casually to indicate that it didn't matter. He slowly leaned back in the nearby chair, looking somewhat weary. After sitting down, he pondered for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. Finally, he let out a deep sigh and with a hint of resignation in his tone, said, "Well... this time, apart from the basic hospitalization and surgery costs, I only need thirty thousand."
When Douglas announced the treatment cost of only thirty thousand, the entire corridor fell into a brief silence. Jim was taken aback, clearly not expecting Douglas to quote such a "low" price. He looked at Douglas with a mix of disbelief and astonishment. He knew that for someone like Douglas, this was already a very conscientious price. Despite his dissatisfaction with Douglas's views on money, Jim also understood how important it was to have a highly skilled doctor like Douglas in their line of work. After all, they often faced life and death situations, and Douglas's medical skills often brought them back from the brink of death.
Sarah and Emily were also amazed, looking at each other with a hint of disbelief in their eyes. In their past experiences, Douglas had always been known for its exorbitant prices, with each treatment costing a fortune. Compared to that, the cost this time was simply a steal.
"Is it really just thirty thousand?" Emily couldn't help but speak out, her voice filled with astonishment.
Douglas looked at the expressions of the three people and a wry smile appeared on his lips. "Yes, just thirty thousand. Considering what you've been through today, I think I won't charge you extra this time." There was a hint of weariness and helplessness in his tone, as if he had his own difficulties.
After hearing this, Jim looked deeply at Douglas and suddenly had a new understanding of this old doctor who usually only cared about money. His anger and dissatisfaction slowly faded, replaced by a complex sense of gratitude.
"Hey, old man, thanks for this time," Jim finally spoke, his voice carrying a hint of sincerity.
Sarah and Emily also nodded, expressing their gratitude. In this dangerous and calculating world, encountering someone willing to lend a helping hand in a critical moment is undoubtedly a rare warmth.
Douglas's voice was low and filled with deep resignation, his back against the cold wall, finding some comfort in this moment. His gaze looked into the distance, seemingly recalling the heart-pounding conflict just now.
"If it weren't for your help today..." Douglas's voice was full of gratitude, and when he mentioned Leo, there was a hint of admiration in his eyes. "And the help of that young man, my head would have been blown off long ago..." There was a hint of self-mockery in his tone, as if feeling somewhat absurd about his past predicament.
He slowly exhaled as if trying to release all the heavy pressure and fatigue, "Those damn thugs and hooligans will eventually skin me alive..." He sighed, revealing a sense of helplessness and hatred towards those chaotic days in his words.
"Well... one should not forget their roots. You helped me today," Douglas said with great sincerity, his gaze becoming firm, as if making a certain decision at that moment, "Besides, those thugs are dead, so I don't need to charge such a high fee." There was a sense of solidity and calmness in his voice, as if at that moment, he had rediscovered some kind of original intention of compassion as a healer.
Douglas showed a bitter smile on his face, with a hint of weariness in his eyes, as if the oppression and helplessness of these years had condensed into an invisible burden, pressing down on his shoulders at that moment.
Jim asked in surprise, his voice filled with incomprehension and anger, "So you've been getting screwed over by those bastards all this time? Why didn't you say so earlier? We could have just hired someone to take care of them for you." Jim's words were straightforward and decisive, as if he had his own way of dealing with this situation.
Douglas shook his head lightly, a bitter smile on his face as he spoke with a hint of helplessness, "Fool, do you think there aren't other gangs above them? This slum is just one underworld force after another. Before the Baobao Gang came, there were other gangs collecting money. Once they have some power, they naturally won't do these dirty things themselves, they'll just send the lower gangs to collect the money." Douglas's words revealed a deep understanding of the chaotic situation in the area and a sense of powerlessness about his own situation over the years.
This speech made Jim and the others understand Douglas's plight even more. Their eyes showed a hint of respect and sympathy. Survival in this slum was already difficult, let alone for someone like Douglas who had to maintain the dignity of his profession while seeking a space for survival amidst the dark forces. Jim's eyes became more determined, as if in this moment, he had a deeper understanding of the darkness of the world and a clearer direction for what he could do.
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