Tang Li went to help with the hospital discharge procedures, Ethan waited in the hospital ward, thinking about how those fierce-looking thugs even came to the hospital, his sense of security was increasingly eroded.
In the unfamiliar country of S, he couldn't seek help from the American consulate either. Even if he thought of returning to Las Vegas, he was afraid those people would be waiting at the airport.
The pain from the machete strikes on his body had already left Ethan with a psychological shadow.
Someone saved him last night, but who knows if he'll have that kind of luck next time.
Tang Li quickly came back with the payment receipt.
She called a taxi and pushed Ethan downstairs in a wheelchair.
After getting in the car, Tang Li took out a bunch of keys from her backpack and handed them to Ethan: "I was called to the company by my agent yesterday and didn't have the chance to go to your place. Now that you are discharged, I'll return the keys to you first."
