The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 715

Desmond howled in pain like a wild beast.

Upon hearing Vernon say that, he cried out in tears, "What's wrong with you? You broke my leg, and now you think I'm trying to rip you off."

Dax was taken aback when Desmond retorted aggressively and looked over at Vernon. Sure enough, Vernon's expression had darkened.

Fearing that Vernon might direct his anger at him, Dax stepped forward and said to Desmond, "How can you talk to Mr. Fuller like that? He's the owner of Lifehaven Pharmaceuticals. You need to watch your mouth!"

The excruciating pain made Desmond completely lose it as he shouted at the top of his lungs, "So what if he's the boss? He broke my leg and accused me of trying to scam him. What's wrong with him?"

Dax saw the blood on the ground and was horrified. Meanwhile, Desmond's face scrunched up in pain. Seeing how rough Desmond had it, Dax swallowed any retort that came to mind.

Vernon furrowed his brows. "Why are you yelling? I run a factory this big. Do you think I care about that little bit of money?

"A life is worth up to 700 thousand dollars. Since it's just your legs, 200 thousand dollars should be enough.

"Just wait. I have asked the deputy director to get the money. You'll have your compensation in no time."

The deputy director came running over from the finance department with a briefcase. Vernon took the briefcase, threw it in front of Desmond, and opened it up.

He took out stacks of cash and tossed them beside Desmond. One stack after another tumbled to the ground, quickly forming a pile of money.

The new workers around them showed all sorts of reactions—some looked indignant, some helpless, some sympathetic, and others sported a bitter expression. They just watched without saying anything.

All that could be heard were Desmond's screams, each one shriller than the last. It felt like the nails scratching on a chalkboard, which made everyone's skin crawl.

Vernon threw the last bundle of cash and coldly remarked, "Here's 200 thousand dollars. It's more than enough to compensate for your legs. We're settled."

Desmond grasped for air in pain as if he had just finished a grueling marathon. "Keep your money. I just want my legs back. My legs hurt so much. I can't take it anymore."

Vernon coldly replied, "Pain's not a problem. Money can solve everything. Actually… Never mind. The doctor treating Julian had just arrived. I'll get him to give you some pain relief."

When the doctor heard Vernon's request for pain relief, he pulled out an analgesia pump. "I've got one right here. It'll do the job just fine for him."

Speaking as he walked over, the doctor set up the IV for him and adjusted the drip speed.

Then, he got up and stated, "Alright. With the pain relief, you won't feel a thing for 48 hours."