A Billionaire After Divorce

BIASED AND INHUMANE TREATMENT

"Who dares ask if my father has been registered when he's on the brink of death and urgently requires attention?" Before the scared and shocked nurses can respond, a frosty and imposing voice demands, and a tall, fair muscular young man dressed in opulent attire strides into the department, carrying himself with an air of arrogance as if he owns the place.

Without sparing anyone in the room a glance, he waltzes over to the doctor, disdainfully glancing at his hand on the stretcher, and repeats, "I said who dares ask if my father has been registered when he's on the brink of death and urgently requires attention? Can't the riffraff speak anymore or has he become deaf and dumb?"

"Uhm," the doctor swallows a lump of spittle. "K... kind sir," he stammers, breaking out in a cold sweat. "The thing is we have rules in this hospital. Your father..."

"What about my father?" The young man interrupts, his voice growing colder, and a dark expression clouding his face.

"Nothing, kind sir," wiping