Having money does make one a big shot!
Now, the two nurses attentively pushed Chou Ping into the emergency room. The tall and graceful nurse adjusted her chest, politely asking, "Sir, where do you feel uncomfortable? Which department would you like to see?"
"Oh, Nurse, I need a blood test."
Chou Ping felt as if there was some inexplicable substance in his body, causing his increased appetite. Blood tests are the quickest way to analyze one's physical condition.
Although Chou Ping also wanted a full-body examination, he had other matters to attend to shortly. A full-body check-up would take too much time.
The two nurses were momentarily stunned by Chou Ping's request for a blood test. What kind of illness is that? They didn't react immediately, but when they did, they looked at Chou Ping with caring eyes.
This guy must be a bit silly, wanting a blood test, does he need to visit the emergency room?
Since Chou Ping had already registered for emergency treatment, they naturally had to see it through. After the other nurse inquired about Chou Ping's basic information, she went to prepare the blood test materials.
In the emergency room, only Chou Ping and the tall nurse remained.
"Beauty, I guess your name is Farley, right?"
Farley was taken aback, about to ask Chou Ping how he guessed it when she lowered her head to see Chou Ping's gaze fixed on her chest. Lowering it a bit more, she noticed her work badge hanging on her chest, and she couldn't help but blush.
"Sir, please divert your gaze!" Farley said, trying to maintain a serious expression.
Blinking, Chou Ping suddenly covered his chest and said, "Heavens, my heart is beating unusually fast. Maybe I need an electrocardiogram!"
"Ah! Why didn't you say that earlier... Please wait; I can do that for you!" Farley said hastily.
"Can you?" Chou Ping asked with a hint of doubt.
"Yes, I am an NP (Nurse Practitioner), and in another month, I'll become a doctor!" Farley replied proudly.
Saying this, Farley brought the electrocardiogram device closer. She told Chou Ping, "Sir, please lift your shirt!"
Moving slightly, Chou Ping looked at her and said, "Oh, Farley, I feel weak all over. Can you help me?"
Alright, since he registered for emergency treatment, it was only fair to fulfill these not-too-excessive requests.
Farley stepped closer, grabbed the T-shirt Chou Ping was wearing, and with a swift motion, she pulled it up to his chest. Then, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh, my God!"
This guy seemed ordinary, but his physique was excellent—the full and prominent chest muscles, distinct abdominal muscles, and the mermaid line exuded a powerful sense of beauty.
To be honest, although Chou Ping appeared slender, regular exercise gave him a good physique. He belonged to the typical type that looks thin in clothes but has muscles when undressed. Due to this, he possessed impressive combat power.
Perhaps due to getting too close, one could vaguely sense a male-specific masculine hormone aura from Chou Ping. Farley, feeling slightly dazed, couldn't resist taking a few more glances.
She couldn't help but think, the touch of these muscles must be great.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Farley was somewhat absent-minded, Chou Ping asked intentionally.
He could tell that this young nurse was probably taken aback by his excellent physique.
Once he said this, Farley suddenly came back to her senses.
"Oh, nothing, sir, I'll do it for you now."
While saying this, Farley took a few electrode suction cups and placed them on Chou Ping's chest. Her fingers pressed down from time to time, clearly not unintentional but intentional.
Feeling her breath becoming somewhat rapid, Chou Ping smiled and said, "Beautiful nurse, I might need your help in the future. Can I get your contact information?"
"Ah! What are you saying?" Farley was a bit flustered.
Chou Ping didn't repeat himself, just silently looked at her hands.
Farley realized that her little actions were seen through by him. Subconsciously retracting her arms, her gaze seemed a bit evasive.
With a slight smile, Chou Ping didn't rush things or have evil thoughts. Since there was still plenty of time, there was no need to be overly eager. Willingly complying would unlock more poses, right?
The electrocardiogram was normal, but the topic of leaving contact information was never brought up again.
The blood test only took a few minutes. As if being vigilant, the initially courteous Farley remained silent throughout.
Just as Chou Ping was considering whether to spice things up a bit, Farley suddenly said, "What's your phone number?"
"What?" Chou Ping was a bit distracted and didn't hear clearly.
"I said, what's your number? I'll send you the results." Farley added.
Oh, there's this kind of service?
Suddenly, Chou Ping realized something.
This girl is intentionally giving him an opportunity!
Seeing Chou Ping hesitating, Farley frowned and said, "If you don't want to, forget it."
After saying that, she
was about to turn and leave.
Chou Ping quickly stopped her, exchanged contact information, and then left the emergency room, calmly entering the hospital lobby.
Similar to that day, there was a long queue in the lobby, with people of various symptoms.
Chou Ping even saw a person with an arm bent at almost a ninety-degree irregular angle, enduring the pain while queuing for registration. He also witnessed a middle-aged man whose bone was stuck in his trachea, turning red in the face.
Glancing around, Chou Ping spotted the middle-aged man whose bone was stuck in his throat, and he seemed to recognize Chou Ping.
Moving quickly, Chou Ping approached him without saying a word, lifted the middle-aged man without hesitation, and a hysterical scream echoed in the lobby. Needless to say, it was his chubby wife, Sanah.
At this moment, the patients in line, along with their family members and passing medical staff, were attracted by the commotion.
They saw an Asian man lifting a slender, sickly middle-aged man with a terrified chubby woman beside them, screaming incessantly.
Many people were instantly furious. Was this yellow guy daring to bully them white people here? Moreover, the other party was obviously weak and sickly. This guy was picking on soft persimmons.
Soon, several enthusiastic individuals started gathering around Chou Ping.
Just at this moment, Chou Ping slapped the middle-aged man on the back.
Puff!
The middle-aged man lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
No one could believe it. Damn, is this guy crazy? Even in such a situation, he dares to commit violence publicly, making someone vomit blood!
"Damn it, you're too arrogant!"
"Guys, let's go together, don't be polite with him!"
The crowd suddenly became excited, making Chou Ping somewhat shocked. Weren't Americans supposed to dislike meddling in other people's business? What's going on?
Releasing his grip, Chou Ping let the middle-aged man down. The man coughed violently a few times, then his face brightened, hurriedly reaching out to stop the people rushing over.
"Hey, man, you don't need to say anything. We'll help you get revenge!"
A young and tall white man, brimming with a sense of justice, spoke. In the blink of an eye, another person stepped forward and threw a punch at Chou Ping.