Chapter 2258 - 2251: Prepare for Your Afterlife
"I’ll beat you to death!"
Du Kang roared, his eyes bloodshot.
Crack!
The whip lashed down viciously, but it didn’t land on Yu Hui again—it was caught by a hand.
"Y-you... how did you get in here, weren’t you arrested!" Seeing Wang Dadong suddenly appear, Du Kang was scared so badly he shook like a sieve, trembling nonstop.
Without anyone seeing him move, Wang Dadong was already standing in front of Du Kang, and Du Kang’s withered body was instantly lifted into the air.
"D-don’t hit me." Du Kang had already been beaten into submission by Wang Dadong.
Wang Dadong gently set Du Kang down on the sofa, let him sit properly, then only flicked him a glance and stopped paying him any attention.
He walked up to Yu Hui, pulled hard with both hands, and tore the leather belt apart, then picked her up in his arms.
By the time Wang Dadong walked out the door of Du Kang’s office, Du Kang still hadn’t reacted.
Knowing Wang Dadong’s temper, he should’ve been in for a serious beating, but that little fiend actually just walked out without saying a single word.
And that look in his eyes, what was that?
It seemed like... pity, compassion?
The more Du Kang thought about it, the less he understood.
Suddenly, the phone on his desk rang.
"Hello, is this Mr. Jin? I’m Li Hedong, an AIDS specialist at Su Hui City First Hospital."
A strange voice came from the receiver.
"AIDS specialist? What do you mean?" Du Kang suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Mr. Du, you had a checkup at our hospital last week. We found HIV virus in your blood sample..."
Clatter!
The phone slipped from his hand and slammed onto the floor with a crisp sound.
Du Kang fell completely into a daze.
AIDS!
What a terrifying disease—that’s basically a terminal illness.
Du Kang suddenly remembered what Wang Dadong had said to him.
"Director Du, let me ask you, have you been getting fevers off and on lately, and the antipyretics don’t work?"
"...I suggest you start getting your affairs in order..."
He finally understood why Wang Dadong hadn’t taken revenge on him, and why he’d looked at him with that kind of expression.
Turns out he already knew Du Kang was about to die.
Du Kang collapsed into the sofa, as if all strength had suddenly left his body.
Suddenly, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes. He hurriedly picked up the phone and dialed.
"Brother Dong, you’re just gonna let that bastard go like that?" After hearing what Du Kang had done to Yu Hui, King Kong immediately said he was coming over to beat Du Kang into a cripple.
A cold smile flickered across Wang Dadong’s face. "Forget it. Heaven will deal with him. ’Heaven’s misfortune you may yet survive; self-inflicted sin, you will not.’"
When he helped Yu Hui transfer the virus, Wang Dadong discovered that the AIDS virus in Yu Hui’s body was more stubborn than in Du Kang’s; Yu Hui had been infected longer than Du Kang.
In other words, it wasn’t Du Kang who infected Yu Hui with AIDS—it was Yu Hui who infected Du Kang.
The reason Yu Hui got AIDS was simple: to help her father pay off gambling debts, she went to a black clinic to sell blood and was contaminated by a needle previously used on an AIDS patient.
If Du Kang hadn’t done that kind of thing to Yu Hui, he never would have gotten infected, which was why Wang Dadong said, "Self-inflicted sin, you will not survive."
Sitting on the sofa, Du Kang clenched his fists nervously, his eyes fixed on the phone, his heart pounding wildly.
"That man, he’ll definitely cure my disease!" Du Kang was full of hope, yet extremely anxious.
After a long wait, the phone finally rang.
"Well? What did the Divine Doctor say?" Du Kang asked urgently.
Only one sentence came through the line—a sentence that plunged Du Kang into despair.
"Prepare for the end."
Then the call was hung up.
By a stroke of chance, Du Kang had once gotten the number of Chen Bowen, one of Huaxia’s Four Great Ghost Doctors.
Du Kang knew AIDS was a terminal illness, a problem the entire world had yet to solve.
But he still held onto a sliver of hope.
After all, the skills of the Four Great Ghost Doctors were said to be practically miraculous.
What if they could cure him?
Even if they couldn’t, maybe they could at least buy him a few more years.
As the foremost of the Four Great Ghost Doctors, Chen Bowen naturally couldn’t be expected to remember a small fry like Du Kang.
In truth, although Chen Bowen was hailed as the head of the Ghost Doctors, he did not have the ability to cure AIDS.
However, he didn’t reject Du Kang outright, because he wanted to ask someone.
If anyone in all Huaxia could cure AIDS, there was only one person.
That’s right—that person was Wang Dadong.
So he contacted Wang Dadong immediately.
Unfortunately, while Wang Dadong could indeed use Golden Blood to cure AIDS,
he absolutely would not treat Du Kang.
Leaving aside how precious Golden Blood was to begin with, even if Wang Dadong could cure AIDS with a wave of his hand, he still wouldn’t treat Du Kang.
Anxious waiting, and in the end all he got was despair.
Slowly waiting for death—this is the most terrifying thing of all, the cruelest torment.
This was why Wang Dadong hadn’t laid a finger on Du Kang.
Because under the shadow of death, his suffering would be a hundred times worse.
In Wang Dadong’s dorm.
"Don’t ever do something that stupid again. Trash like Du Kang, I could wipe out thousands of him with one hand." Wang Dadong said, his tone a little pained.
Yu Hui had gone to see Du Kang and suffered that kind of abuse clearly because of him, which made him feel awful.
Luckily he’d arrived in time, or Yu Hui might well have been beaten to death by Du Kang.
"Mm."
Yu Hui nodded obediently.