Chapter 212: Don''t judge a book by its cover


    "Sir, it''s Mr. Zhen. He says that the first hospital had been taken over by some foreignpany, he wants to have a word with you," as the man passed the phone to the figure.


    "Hello, what is it?" the figure said.


    From the other side, a nervous Zhen Dong, said, "Good evening, Mr. C-"


    "Cut the crap, ande to the topic," the man said cutting off Zhen Dong.


    On the other side of the phone, Zhen Dong was having a hard time. He was sweating and he started to shutter. Gulping a mouthful of water from the table near him, he continued, "Sir, the thing is, apany-"


    As soon as Zhen Dong started to speak, in the room in which the man was sitting someone knocked. The man behind him opened the door, and a bodyguard came in and then whispered something in the ears of the man.


    The man nodded, and then approached the figure and then passed him a tablet in which some words were written, as soon as the figure read the words, he paused.


    "Sir, Young Master is awake," the man said in Russian.


    Passing the phone back to the man, the figure got up and then walked out of the room.


    Zhen Dong who had spoken half of his words, was cut off by a voice other than that of the figure, "Sorry, Mr. Zhen. My boss has some important work. And so he won''t be able to talk to you," and the call was disconnected.


    Zhen Dong was dumbfounded at the sudden disconnection, he could not say anything.


    As they got out of the room, the figure said, "David, Look into what that Zhen is saying, if it is nothing important then let it be," in Russian.


    The man named David nodded. David was a man in histe thirties. He had jet ck hair and had a face and body of a handsome being. He was a Russian man, as one could think it off from the way he spoke and partially on his appearance. He wore a three-piece suit, and looked formal, as one could expect of a secretary.


    The man who ordered him around wore the same three-piece blue suit, but it was more sophisticated and of a high-quality brand. As for his appearance, he looked like a man in his thirties, but his actual age was different. His ent was that of a native Russian speaker, but his Chinese was fluent as well. He was good looking as well, his eyes were dangerous, as no one could make up the courage to look directly into his eyes. His style of walking was different and it showed an elegance of a wealthy person.


    But from what he did some moments ago, it will make people take the idiom, "Don''t judge a book by its cover" seriously. His hair was different, with one side ck and another grey, the man was mysterious and strange.


    Walking into the elevator that was in the corridor of the previous room, David pushed the button of the floor they wanted to go to. After a minute or two, the elevator finally stopped.


    The door opened, and it led into a well-lighted corridor, which waspletely different from the one they hade for.


    It had white walls and every meter distance there was a bodyguard standing on each side. The bodyguards were armed skillfully, and anyone could say that this ce was beyond protected.


    After walking straight for five minutes, they finally reached the end of the corridor.


    The end of the corridor was a dead end as it would seem like that to any other person, but it was not so.


    As soon as their steps stopped, David put his hand in front of the middle of the wall, a pad appeared. It wasputerized, which asked for a fingerprint.


    The man put his thumb on the space and within a minute, the wall divided into two and soon another part of the corridor opened, and it was not like that as the rest of the corridor rather, it was a hospital corridor.


    There were rooms on the side of the corridor, it was the designed room for every medical equipment that can one find in a well-equipped hospital, and a bodyguard was standing in front of every door.


    But, the two people who just entered this side didn''t have to go inside any of them, rather they went to the room that was at thest of the corridor.


    There were two bodyguards standing at the door, who opened the door for the two men, and they both entered the room.


    The room was simr to any hospital room, but it was much bigger and than any room like that. It had all the equipment for a recuperating patient, and all the necessities that any patients want, it was more than that.


    There were four people, who were doctors, who were already standing as they faced the back at the door. As soon as they heard the door open, they all turned around and then bowed to David''s boss with the utmost respect.


    "Mr. Chev, you-"


    As soon as the doctor could say anything for the greeting, the man referred to as Mr. Chev cut him off, and then said, "Leave."


    David who stood behind him nodded and then led all the doctors to present there to leave the room. As the doctors starting move, a king-sized bed came into sight. On itid another man which seemed in histe twenties, but heid expressionless, with his eyes closed, and he had an oxygen mask on.


    His chest went up and down slowly as the oxygen support helped him to breathe. Various machines were attached to him, and he seemed in a serious condition.


    When everyone had left the room, the man surnamed Chev, went towards the bed where the young man wasying.


    As the man approached him, the expression on his face, changed gently, it was different from what he showed just now.


    As he reached the bed, with his right hand, he caressed the young man''s forehead in the bed and then mumbled, "Zhang Yong, open your eyes son."