They found themselves in a private clinic. 

In front of the doctor were ten thousand USD and a Viper pistol. 

“Pick one.” Anjum Khan stared at the doctor dead in his eyes. 

Without hesitation, the doctor grabbed the wad of cash. He then spoke, “My clinic has only the basic tools. I may treat her but I can’t guarantee that I can cure her.” 

“If you can’t cure her, it;ll only cost you your life.” Anjum Khan took the pistol and cocked it against the doctor’s forehead. His expression was terrifyingly dark, looking like a savage who was thirsty for blood. 

Beads of cold sweat started to form on the doctor’s forehead. 

Xia Lei slid a handwritten list across the doctor’s table. “This is all the medicine you need to treat her. If you don’t have it, have someone deliver it.” 

The doctor spared the list a brief glance, then quickly picked up the phone to dial a few numbers. 

While the doctor called for medicine, Xia Lei was already busy picking out usable medicines from the clinic’s medical cabinet. Xia Lei was by no means a doctor but had a shockingly complete...