Chapter 340: Fried chicken legs are only available to those who believe in me

Meow meow--
Sameer stood next to the flowerbed, reaching out his paw.
"Humans, become my followers. I will give you endless wealth and glory, and serve your master with the food in your hands."
"What a cute kitten."
"What breed is this?"
"Guy, come and eat this."
Meow meow meow--
"Very well, see that you have accepted your loyalty to me. You will be my first believers. Go and spread my faith."
After his three followers left, Samer jumped to Chen Yi's desk.
Chen Huan was sitting on a chair in the outdoor cafe, and Samer took a proud step: "Human ... No, master, have you seen that, I have developed three believers, this is my first step to conquer the world. "
"Well, that's fine, keep working hard," Chen Yong replied casually.
"If you ask me, I will give you the food on my hands." Samer looked at Chen Ye proudly.
Chen Yan glanced at the chicken drumsticks in Samal's mouth, "You'll enjoy it yourself."
"Do you really don't want it? This golden skin is full of seductive aroma and delicate texture, which is definitely the best enjoyment on earth."
As the devil of hell, Chen Ye has no doubt about the strength of Samer's body.
After all, he has seen how powerful the superior demon is, and Samael, the demon king, must be stronger than Bezib Zofi and Auris.
Except for one point, he has not seen the market at all, and he is just a dumpling.
"After I rule the world, I will issue a decree. Only my followers in the world will be allowed to enjoy this thing."
"This is fried chicken legs," Chen Min reminded.
"Oh, fried chicken legs."
"Eat the chicken legs and go to the hospital."
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"Mr. Tim, your son's condition is more dangerous."
"Now in the operating room."
"What happened to Huffman?"
"He had a corrective operation for ventricular malformations six months ago, but his ventricular growth still has his own muscle memory, so his endometrium did not grow exactly according to the shape of the ventricle after surgery, and blocked the ventricle.
"You told me that Huffman's operation was successful. Why do you tell me these strange symptoms now?" Tim Waltz didn't understand, he only knew that his son was in dangerous condition now.
"Mr. Tim, this is unpredictable. No one can predict the growth and memory of muscle tissue." The attending doctor explained.
"Then I ask you, can Huffman exit the operating room safely now?"
"This ... I ... I try my best."
"I don't want to do my best, I need your guarantee."
"I……"
"If I hear bad news, I will fill you into the Somali Trench."
The attending doctor lowered his head: "I'm going to the surgery."
He dare not plead guilty with Tim Waltz. This is the top rich man in the United States, and even this hospital has his shares.
If he really throws anyone into the Somali trench, no one can save himself.
At this time, a red-haired beauty came over, Tim Waltz glanced at the red-haired beauty, and his face showed dissatisfaction: "Miss Rhedra, you are too late."
"Sorry, Mr. Tim."
"Huffman has been recuperating at your request, but now he is in danger again, can you explain it to me?"
Reidla was embarrassed: "Mr. Tim, you must understand that Huffman is a congenital ventricular malformation. After the operation, although the operation was successful six months ago, he still cannot move like a normal person. It's because his ventricle is artificially corrected, but it's still very fragile, and the recuperation plan I arranged for Huffman can only say to avoid most of his dangers, not absolute protection. "
"I pay you $ 20,000 a month, and all I want is absolute guarantee."
"No one can absolutely guarantee that I'm just his health consultant. What I can give is advice, but I can't give him treatment directly. If I can guarantee it 100%, it won't be $ 20,000, but 200,000 dollars, "said Reddra, of course.
"If you can guarantee my son's life, even if it gives you 200,000 dollars per month."
Just then, a red light suddenly lit above the door of the operating room.
"What does this mean?" Tim Waltz asked.
Reeda saw the flashing red light, and her face was a little unnatural.
At this time, two more white coats entered the operating room.
"Miss Redra, what's the situation?"
"Emergency." Rhedra said solemnly.
"How urgent?"
"Life is dangerous. During the operation, an unexpected situation occurs, which requires the assistance of other doctors. It rarely happens."
"You mean Huffman is dangerous now?"
Redra nodded. "It's dangerous."
"Open the door, open the door ... I want to see Huffman! Open the door for me."
"Mr. Tim, you're going to disturb the doctor inside to rescue Huffman." Reddara stopped Tim Waltz.
Tim Waltz was restless in the operating room, walking around constantly.
As time passed by minute by minute, Tim Waltz became more disturbed.
"Miss Redra, it's been so long. Should Huffman be all right?"
Rheda was silent, and Tim Waltz was a little angry: "You talk."
"Mr. Tim, what do you want me to say? Tell you a piece of news that will give you peace of mind?" Reddela said, "The longer the delay, the more unfavorable to Huffman, the longer the operation, the more Huffman is an extremely dangerous thing and a very heavy burden on the surgeon. "
Tim Waltz became increasingly disturbed: "How long will Huffman be out?"
Redra was not the doctor in charge, how could she know how long it would take.
Finally, three hours later, the operating room door opened.
Several doctors and paramedics came out of it.
"Doctor, how is Huffman?"
The attending doctor took off his mask, and his face was distressed: "Mr. Tim, I'm sorry."
"I don't understand what you say, I ask you how Hoffman is."
"Please grief."
"You bastard, what are you talking about ?? Tell me clearly." Tim Waltz suddenly lost control of the doctor's collar.
"Mr. Tim, can you calm down? This is the hospital."
"I'm the major shareholder here, I can say whatever I want!" Growled Tim Waltz: "I want to hear the good news, you tell me the good news! What happened to Huffman?"
Everyone can see that Tim Waltz is on the brink of madness.