Chapter 162 Tiger Constantine

Tristan frowned slightly. "I am trying to help him." "Help?" The middle-aged man stepped forward to look at Tristan. "What is your position?" Tristan shook his head. "I don't have a position." Hearing this, he became furious, pointed at Dr. Hugo, and cursed, "Hugo! What kind of people do you feed in your hospital? A stupid boy with no position is not qualified to touch my Dad. Does he know who I am?" Tristan shook his head. "I don't know who you are, but what I do know is that if you don't let me cure him, he will die." "Bullshit!" The middle-aged man yelled, "Watch your mouth!" "Am I wrong?" Tristan looked puzzled. "An old man with his vain breath and surging blood, still fought with someone, did he?" "You..." Just as the middle-aged man was about to start cursing, the old man on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes. "Cough... boy, you are smart." Trista