Chapter 66 Strange Symptoms
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"What's... what's going on." The man was shocked, and before he finished speaking, he felt a wave of itch, and then the pleasure... at last, moistness...he got ejaculation.
He thought, "This must be the Needle of Ecstasy. As if I would be afraid of this."
However, before his thoughts even finished, another reaction arose.
Within a moment there was another wave of warmth.
After three consecutive times, the man could feel that the back of his head was all cold with sweat, and his face became pale. At this rate he would die sooner or later.
He finally knew what the Needle of Ecstasy meant. It was cruel. Really cruel.
After another reaction, the man was frightened.
"Stop it, stop." The man's breathing was heavy, and he was yelling again as he spoke, he gradually felt the pain in his abdomen, and there was coldness in his body.
"Are you telling me or not?" Jacob Ye sneered.
The man shook his head and said resentfully, "Why don't you just kill me?"
Jacob Ye said, "It will be too easy on you to simply kill you. I won't kill you. I am only putting stress on your kidney. After around ten or more times, your kidney will fail due to exhaustion. You know what happens next..."
"Despicable..." The man gnashed his teeth, but he could only give in and say, "Okay, I'll tell you, I'll tell you, just get the needle out of me."
Upon hearing this, Jacob Ye stood up and made sure he got to work quickly. He pulled out all the needles on the man's body in no time, and the man finally calmed down.
He heaved a long sigh and said, "I am a professional fighter."
"I don't want to hear you spout nonsense. Get straight to the point." Jacob Ye raised his eyebrows and said.
The man quickly explained, "It was Young Master Dong who asked me to do this. He looked for my boss and I was hired to get rid of you..."
"Wyatt Dong?" Jacob Ye's expression turned cold. He had already guessed that it would be him when this man showed up. But he didn't expect it to really be true.
With a cold expression, he picked up the man with one hand and walked to the riverside.
"What are you trying to do?" The man was shocked and shouted, "Haven't I already told you what you wanted? What more do you want?"
Jacob Ye sneered and said, "I never promised to let you go."
He released the man's acupuncture points and threw him directly into the rushing river. As for whether he could live or not, it depended on whether he knew how to swim.
"Wyatt Dong, huh? One day, I will show you who's boss." Jacob Ye sneered and drove away.
In a private club in Oakdale City, Wyatt Dong was drinking red wine with a gloomy face.
When he checked the time, it was already early in the morning. He asked the man before him, "Director Pan, it's been a long time. Why hasn't there been any news yet?"
Director Pan had a very cunning look. Anyone could tell that he was a person full of evil tricks. He said, "Young Master Wyatt, don't worry. You can be rest assured since my men are working for you."
Just as he finished, a thug ran over and shouted, "We have bad news, Director Pan. Jagger lost in the fight."
"What?" Director Pan's face darkened.
He said, "Jagger is so good at martial arts! How is it possible that he lost to a simple student?"
The thug said, "Jagger was beaten up and then thrown into the river. According to him, that guy is not an ordinary person."
Wyatt Dong's face became even more gloomy. He shouted, "Director Pan, did you say that nothing would go wrong?"
Hugo Pan got up and gulped down the red wine in his hand, then he said with a dim expression, "Please be rest assured, Young Master Wyatt. I will make sure this pulls through."
Then he turned around and left.
As soon as he got in the car, Jacob Ye's cell phone rang. It was a call from Master Connor.
"It's so late, why would Master Connor call me?" Jacob Ye muttered, and then answered the phone.
"Jacob, is that you?" Connor asked.
Jacob Ye laughed, "It's me, hello Master Connor."
"Jacob, I'm sorry to bother you at this time of the night. Are you free right now? If it's convenient, please come to the hospital. There's a case with very strange symptoms. I was wondering if you could come take a look."
"What strange symptoms?" Jacob Ye couldn't help but felt interested when he heared that there is a peculiar case.
"The patient is actually a foreign friend who's working in the cosmetics industry. He traveled here on a business trip. He was fine in the afternoon but for some reason, he couldn't move after dinner.
"What are the diagnosis results?" Jacob Ye asked.
Master Connor said, "Turns out, he is very healthy and there are no major problems at all. All the possible symptoms have been excluded. He is very conscious, but he just can't move."
"Well then, I'll go and have a look." Jacob Ye immediately hung up the phone.
Givenchy was a big fashion house which started out with perfumery as its main business. Later on, the brand branched into skincare and cosmetics.
Their business then expanded all over the country. And now the chief sales executive, Fern, was lying in a luxurious ward at Oakdale People's Hospital. His blue eyes were rolling around, but the rest of his body couldn't move at all.
His bed was surrounded by experts and professors from Oakdale People's Hospital, including the specialist Master Connor.
The Chief Physician of Oakdale People's Hospital was very anxious. Fern was not a common patient. The deputy mayor had already given him a deadly order. If the Chief Physician couldn't cure Fern well, he would have to leave his post.
When it came to foreign patients and especially such a high profile executive of a big brand, the Chief Physician felt immense pressure.
He quickly gathered all experts and professors from the neurology department to check on Fern from head to toe. However, what stunned everyone was that Fern's body was in very good condition, if not almost perfect!
The group of professors worked their heads off and ruled off all possibilities, but they still couldn't figure out what was wrong with Fern.
"Useless! You're all useless! What is your hospital doing if you can't even find out the cause of the disease?" Fern's translator, a woman in her twenties, shouted at the group of people in the ward.
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