Chapter 523

At Justin’s insistent request, Ryan and Ian transferred him to another hospital. Justin lay on the white hospital bed with an IV drip hooked up to him in the hospital room. He had withered overnight. But his face was still so stunningly handsome that it made Ryan grit his teeth. “You bastard. When you’re alive, you’re a menace to women. You’ll probably be a menace to female ghosts in the afterlife, too. Tsk, tsk, tsk… What a sinful man.” Ryan sat on the chair in the opposite direction, crossing his arms over the back of the chair as he gave Justin a playful look. “How much salt have you eaten…? You’re being so salty.” Justin slowly opened his eyes, giving Ryan a sideways glance in annoyance. He was in so much pain that his breathing was uneven. “I coughed up two pounds of blood, but you’re making comments about my looks? I’ll always be more handsome than you are… Is there anything else you’re unhappy about?” “Oh, my. Look at you. I’m just teasing you to entertain you because you must be bored just lying there.” It was not that Ryan was not concerned about Justin’s health. It was just that he did not want to bring up any serious topics and felt that it was embarrassing for two adult men to be so emotional. “Rest assured, you won’t die. I’ve already gotten someone to find the country’s best internal medicine experts to treat you. I even authorized them to use the machine, which costs $100,000 per use, to treat your lungs. If they’re still unable to treat you, I’ll go overseas to find someone to treat you. Anyway, I can pay for it. Money talks, so don’t be afraid that I won’t be able to buy you back from the Grim Reaper’s hands!” Justin frowned, thinking that Ryan was noisy. “Even if you become completely paralyzed and can only move your eyeballs, it’s fine. I’ll bring you with me wherever I go and let you become my attaché! Anyway, you still have your bro even though you don’t have a wife anymore. As your bro, I definitely won’t abandon you!” Ryan patted his chest with pride. Didn’t have a wife anymore? Attaché? Paralyzed? Justin’s mouth twitched. No matter how he thought about it, he felt like that donkey was secretly shading, scolding, and cursing him. “Zip your mouth shut now, and we can still be friends.” Ryan smiled sheepishly. He could not help but still feel a bit glum. Still, he mustered the energy to give Justin some encouragement. “Justin, you’d better hang in there. If anything really happens to you, who will your granddad rely on? Not to mention, you won’t have any successors. Those devils that call themselves your family will probably devour everything you worked so hard for and your granddad while they’re at it!” Justin felt his heart clench slightly. He remembered that when he coughed up blood, it instantly seemed like all hope was gone. Before his eyes, only two people’s faces appeared—his grandfather and Bella Thompson. Justin took a deep breath to calm himself and said quietly, “If I do have an untimely death, the position of president will eventually fall into my older brother’s hands. I took what was his in the first place. If it weren’t for his poor health, I wouldn’t have become the successor to Salvador Corporation.” “Cut that bullshit! What era are we living in where they still pass the “throne” to the eldest son? We prioritize capability over seniority in this era. Even if your brother was healthy, your grandfather would have appointed you as the successor considering your talent and ability!” Ryan often watched historical dramas with his mother and binge-watched season after season. Justin smiled faintly, feeling lucky to have such a happy-go-lucky friend in his dull life. “But Justin, why did you insist on transferring hospitals? You only got hurt because of Bella!” Ryan’s butt did not leave the chair as he scooted forward two spaces up to Justin’s bed with his long legs. “It was such a good opportunity to interact with her! If I were you, not only would I not transfer hospitals, but I’d also run to her hospital room and put on a pitiful show. It would be best if I happened to cough up blood in her doorway too! How else would she know how much you did for her? Girls like bad boys, and they love it when boys have tragic circumstances, you know!”