Chapter 1206: I Don't Think Much of It

Ryan was so agitated that he fainted on the spot. All his money had gone down the drain. Not only that, he now had a debt of $66,000. After a few days of rest, Sam's injuries had somewhat improved. The doctor had just finished examining him. Signing his name on the diagnosis report, the doctor said, "You're recovering well, Mr. Hurst. You can be discharged tomorrow." "Thank you, doctor." His subordinates could hardly believe that he had recovered so quickly. They had been there when he was bandaged up; Mr. Hurst's entire back had been covered in blisters, and it looked like a layer of skin had peeled off. "Really, doctor? Shouldn't he stay a couple more days to make sure he's fully recovered before being discharged?" Feeling his medical skills were being questioned, the doctor frowned in displeasure. "I've checked thoroughly. It's just superficial wounds; he can recuperate at home. There's no need to waste money staying here." The blond henchman wanted to retort: Mr. Hurst i