Chapter 82: The Cruel Truth 2

When he spoke, he stared at Qiao Dalin's face. For an old man, if he can live for another decade or two, who wouldn't want to? Otherwise, why would so many terminally ill patients go to the trouble of exhausting their family property to make a living???

However, what Qiao Dalin didn't know was the fact that the doctor's real statement was that he should have had the operation as early as a month ago, and now his condition has deteriorated, and the success rate of the operation is only one or two percent, and even if it is successful, he can only live another year or two at most, because his own hematopoietic function is already very poor, and many cells are also necrotic.

Qiao Mai didn't know this, and she thought that her father's situation had always been expected by the doctor - she didn't expect that after the Jiang family did not provide medical expenses, the doctor's diagnosis report did not keep up in time, and of course, no one reminded her in time, so it has been delayed so far, and it has only worsened.

However, Yi Xiangxi deliberately said that the situation was very optimistic, just to see his choice.

Ants are still greedy for life, let alone people.

Time is like an arrow, and the older a person gets, the more afraid he is of death. That's why the elderly are doing everything possible to pursue elixirs. How many times have you ever seen a vigorous young man practicing immortality?

Those who are strong in blood are the most likely to commit suicide, while those who are old and immortal are greedy for life.

Now, Qiao Dalin thinks that he has a seventy percent survival rate, and he will choose himself or his daughter???

Sure enough, Qiao Dalin's thin face slowly distorted, and it was terrible to look at.

Yi Xiangxi paused at this time, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Oh, the old thief's expression!!The dead gray of his face, his trembling hands that were as thin as a bird's claws...... This old thief, he also has a day to be afraid?

It wasn't until he had enough of appreciating the frightened look on Qiao Dalin's face that he said slowly: "If you are willing to live, then I will pay off your operation fee as agreed, and when you are discharged from the hospital, I will also give you a sum of alimony, so that you can enjoy your ...... life."

A written check was placed in front of his eyes so that he could see it clearly.

"Old thief Qiao, this amount should be enough for you to live happily for another thirty years!!"

Qiao Dalin's dazed old eyes opened a little.

At this time, Yi Xiangxi's voice became louder so that he could hear it clearly.

"But, Qiao Dalin, listen up! If you live, your daughter's life will be mine. This money was lent to her by my usury, and if she fails to repay it on time, I have a hundred means to torture her to death. I've got in touch with a brothel in South Asia, and she's going to be trafficked out and a □□ in a South Asian brothel, and being abused by thousands of people...... If she doesn't obey, they have the means to make her obey, they will inject her with venom and make her willing to be cheap...... When she is crippled, her color is decayed, and she can't make money, she will be sold to make a bacteriological test sample for an international group......"

The old man had a dead gaze, and his eyes were so frightened that they were completely protruding.

He straightened up and tried to stand up, but he was pressed hard by a pair of large hands, and immediately collapsed again.

"Old fellow, don't act rashly!"

His voice was so hoarse that he could barely hear it, and his lips pursed, "What about the second option?"

Yi Xiangxi paused for a while, and then slowly, word by word: "You cut it off yourself!" From then on, the two families of Qiao Yi have grievances, and I will no longer hurt half of your daughter's hair. ”