"Don’t come any closer, don’t come any closer."
Xu Xiaomeng had never seen such a scene before and was terrified, retreating until she shrank into a corner.
"Heh heh, my little treasure, just give in to me, and I’ll definitely take good care of your dad’s illness."
Zheng Jianjiang now fully revealed his hideous true colors.
Little Meng hugged her own shoulders, shouting in panic.
"You, you’re a doctor, you, this is against professional ethics, don’t touch me."
Zheng Jianjiang laughed mockingly at Xu Xiaomeng’s words, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Ethics? Screw those ethics. Doctors have needs too, you’re so naïve."
"Don’t worry, I only want it once."
"Looking at you, you haven’t been deflowered yet, have you?"
"After it’s over, I’ll give you a big red envelope, and you’ll be good to grandpa..."
As he spoke, Zheng Jianjiang shamelessly reached out to grab Xu Xiaomeng once again.
With nowhere to run, Little Meng’s gaze caught sight of a surgical scalpel nearby and immediately grabbed it, pointing it at Zheng Jianjiang.
"Don’t come any closer."
She swung the scalpel wildly.
Zheng Jianjiang was forced to step back two paces.
But he was not willing to give up just yet.
"Fine, I won’t touch you, don’t get excited, I won’t force you. This is about mutual consent, after all, I am a rule-abiding doctor. Now, you can go, take your dying old man with you. I reckon before you can even make it out of this door, your dad will have breathed his last."
Xu Xiaomeng’s eyes flit to her father lying unconscious on the bed, and she hesitated.
She stood frozen in place, not knowing what to do.
"Little treasure, listen to grandpa, just put down the scalpel, lie down over there, and it will be over quickly," he said coaxingly.
"As long as you satisfy me, I’ll help save your dad."
"I know you’re a good, filial child, you don’t want to just watch your dad die in front of you, do you?"
Xu Xiaomeng felt an intense disgust for the beastly old man before her from the depths of her heart.
But, at the same time, she was desperate to save her father.
But did she really have to give her pure self to such a disgusting old man?
She was trapped in a dilemma: despair, confusion, pain...
"Cough cough cough..."
Just then, her unconscious father coughed twice, with a considerable amount of fresh blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.
Xu Xiaomeng immediately called out to her father, but, sadly, got no response.
Zheng Jianjiang seized the opportunity to coax her.
"See that? Your dad’s coughing up blood again. If he doesn’t get effective treatment within twenty minutes, he’s sure to die."
"Don’t count on the man you met yesterday to bring money over, that was just a lie to deceive people, something that could fool a little girl like you."
"I’ll give you one last chance, do you agree or not?"
Zheng Jianjiang’s tone became harsh and menacing.
In a state of collapse, Xu Xiaomeng looked at her critically ill father lying on the bed, then bowed her head. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍
The scalpel she was holding tightly fell to the floor.
This signified her resignation.
"Heh heh, that’s more like it. I promise it’ll be quick," he gloated.
Seeing this, Zheng Jianjiang immediately revealed a nauseating smile and pounced towards Xu Xiaomeng.
He pinched Little Meng’s charming face, grabbed her ponytail, and twisted her over to press against the nearby wall.
"Youth is such a blessing."
Zheng Jianjiang was howling with excitement at this moment.
Xu Xiaomeng, pressed against the wall, begged in a low, abject voice.
"Don’t, let’s go somewhere else, please, not in front of my dad, okay?"