Chapter 1195: Chapter 1193: Seeking Medical Treatment

The second hand on the wall clock ticks away, watching it complete a circle quickly, perhaps taking only a minute to cover sixty tick marks.

In the factory, workers soaked in sweat would occasionally lift their heads to look at the wall clock, always complaining that the clock runs too slowly.

Clearly, they feel that they have worked for a long time, their strength is depleted, yet only a few minutes have passed.

Some would even suspect whether the Factory Owner has tampered with the clock to make it run slower than actual time, exploiting and squeezing their labor.

But that’s not the case, even though they have verified over and over, that cursed clock has not been tampered with, yet they still complain during work—

"That damn fat guy must have done something to the clock, I swear!"

It’s not just such laborious work that makes people feel this way; sometimes studying does too.

Studying is tedious. Not all learning is filled with fun, and for those children who are required by teachers to sit in chairs for dozens of minutes, every lesson seems like a whole day.

Whenever the evening sunset appears, they genuinely sigh, another long day has passed.

But sometimes, people feel that time passes too quickly!

Mr. Wycliffe lies on the hospital bed, his eyes constantly staring at the clock on the wall, ticking away.

No, it’s not ticking; it’s stealing!

It’s stealing his precious time, his life!

If he could, he desperately wishes time could always stay in the spring of his thirty-fifth year, when he was at his most energetic, and peak of everything!

But time is merciless, when he realized that time isn’t slow at all, he was already old.

Some listless, bloodshot eyes withdrew from the clock, he turned to his butler, "When will that damn Doctor finally come see me?"

He just underwent a check-up, the Doctor asked him to rest a while, which has become half an hour.

He is a bit restless, caused by anxiety.

The Doctor’s delay makes him wonder if his health is worse than he imagined, this dissatisfaction eventually becomes dissatisfaction towards others.

Selfish people are mostly like this, whether the problem is on themselves or not, it’s always someone else’s fault.

"I’ll go urge them...", just as the butler reached the door, the door to the ward opened and a Doctor came in.

"Mr. Wycliffe, I’m sorry, my colleague and I discussed too long, from what we currently know, you have quite a severe heart condition..."

Before the Doctor finished speaking, Mr. Wycliffe interrupted him, "Impossible, my heart has never had problems, only recently has it felt a bit uncomfortable, I know your tricks."

"You exaggerate the facts to cheat more money from the patients!"

The Doctor didn’t argue these points, he seriously listened until Mr. Wycliffe finished, then continued, "Without immediate intervention, you can suddenly die from a heart attack at any time; overall, your situation is extremely dangerous."

"I know you might not trust us; you can go to any medical institution in the Federation for the same check-up, and they will arrive at the same conclusion."

"Furthermore, I need to tell you, the human body is incredibly complex, even with today’s scientific progress, we still don’t have many solutions for it."

"Often by the time we notice discomfort, some problems have already escalated from minor to major problems, I’m not trying to frighten anyone, that’s my understanding of your current situation."

The Doctor wasn’t lying; severe arrhythmia with heart failure, if no intervention is made at once, in the Doctor’s perspective, Mr. Wycliffe is close to being a dead man.

At this point, Mr. Wycliffe was extremely unhappy, with a trace of... fear, he suddenly clutched his chest, then released.

It happened again, it happened again!

That damned feeling that drains all the strength from the body!

He felt it so clearly, just now his heart missed a beat.

It clearly should have been thump-thump, but it’s thump...thump, it skipped a beat!

Just missing one beat gives him a very terrifying sensation, quickly dissolving his anger.

"What should I... what treatments should I do?" he asks.

"Medication treatment, and possibly surgery if necessary..."

After the Doctor left, Mr. Wycliffe asked the butler to keep the examination report, then instructed him to consult others at different hospitals. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

After the butler left, time seemed to slow down again.

He stared at the clock on the wall for a long time, at least that’s what he felt, but actually, only a few minutes had passed.

An entire afternoon was spent in torment and fear, apart from a few instances of heart discomfort reminding him his body might indeed have problems, he just sat there alone, thinking of nothing.

When the butler returned in the evening, his expression was not good.

Clearly, the judgment from doctors at other hospitals was almost the same as here, some doctors even suggested arranging a more advanced consultation and surgery as soon as possible, if it continues to worsen, the heart failure could exacerbate, and he might die suddenly at any moment.

Now the most important thing is to find the cause, and try to slow down this process.

Mr. Wycliffe was silent for a long time, this answer was not what he wanted.

After long contemplation of his life, he asked, "How much money do I have left?"

The butler reported a number that caused him a bit of despair, "Less than two million (Federation Sol), Mr. Wycliffe, and part of it is in Jewelry and collectibles, about eight to nine hundred thousand."

Once again the old man fell into silence, this was all the money he could use, in silver investments he placed too much capital.

Actually if he really wanted to gather some funds now, he might manage to do so, like selling the properties he bought for investment in various countries.

But dealing with this is not that easy, real estate doesn’t sell immediately once you decide to sell it.

This requires time, sometimes it might take three to five days, three to five weeks, sometimes even three to five years.

Of course, if he lowers the price, it can be sold easily, but once the price is lowered, he might face more dire situations.

Capitalists are not good people, a group that thrives on exploitation, oppression, fraud, how can they ever be friendly?

Once it’s exposed that he’s liquidating assets, creditors will come knocking, while those buyers will madly press down prices.

Many might think, isn’t it possible to sell if the house price drops a bit?

Actually... when people ask this question, their thoughts remain on the literal meaning of the word "house," but sometimes people really can’t afford to buy.

For example, Mr. Wycliffe’s estate in his homeland, because it’s just an average country, his estate is worth approximately one hundred and thirty-five thousand Federation Sol.

But even so, people able to afford his estate in that country are basically acquainted with him!

People will first inquire what happened, then consider if they can profit from it, that’s their "noble virtue."

"I need money...", Mr. Wycliffe pondered for a while, "First, liquidate those Jewelry and collectibles that can be easily converted, then find a few suitable properties to sell, gather some money first..."

His current healthcare environment costs one thousand two hundred and fifty-five dollars a day, a room over two hundred square meters.

Indeed, this room is over two hundred square meters, with guest rooms for the butler or visiting guests to stay, a dedicated kitchen and dining room, and an open-air small garden of about thirty square meters.

It’s like a suite in a hotel!

Besides these, there are dedicated doctors and nurses attending to him 24/7, considering his special condition, duty doctors must have the qualifications for rescue and surgery.

These all cost money, not to mention medications, the bills are even more troubling.

Every day, he spends money on his health, even every second, money flows from his account into the hospital’s account.

After arranging these matters, he also talked about the true purpose of this trip, Charlie (sister).

"Make sure our people secure Charlie (brother), as long as we have him, we won’t lose for sure."

"As for Charlie (sister)...", he hesitated a bit, he read the newspaper, knowing what has occurred.

He can even guess that Charlie (sister) being rescued must be related to Scarface’s gang trying to swallow her up, they plan to extract money from her!

That’s why they missed the critical chance to escape; if from the beginning they hadn’t thought of hiding Charlie (sister), they probably could have escaped.

Once Scarface gets caught, Federation people will likely learn about him too, but he’s not overly concerned.

First, if the Federation wants to arrest him, he can entirely use his connections to request extradition through domestic people, once he leaves the Federation, he’ll quickly regain freedom.

Secondly, he holds the secret to billions in Wealth, Charlie (brother) claimed they secured over billions, all dispersed in different banks.

Mr. Wycliffe believes Charlie (brother) is not telling the truth; he exaggerated those figures, just seeking survival.

But no matter how, he currently holds the initiative, without the part of the key he has, the money Charlie siblings have in banks can’t be withdrawn.

So, regardless of the situation, he must stay out of harm’s way, this is also why despite the tense circumstances, he can still come to the Federation for medical treatment, he’s completely assured of his safety.

In fact, even those creditors care more about his health than he does.