The Last Patient I Refused to Save
I was the sole heir to the Thirteen Needles of Revival, a legendary healing art. My consultation fee was twenty thousand dollars per visit, yet every year countless tycoons, politicians, and powerful elites lined up outside my door.
As long as a patient still drew breath, the Thirteen Needles of Revival could pull them back from Death's doorstep.
Over the past five years, I had awakened a wealthy businessman who had been declared brain-dead after a car accident. I had also prolonged the life of a centenarian suffering from multiple organ failure.
Even terminally ill patients whose families had already been told to prepare for the worst were able to walk out of the hospital on their own after receiving my treatment.
There was only one ironclad rule.
I treated no more than ten patients a year. Once those ten slots were filled, no amount of money, power, or influence could change my mind. Whoever came next would have to wait until the following year.
This year, only one slot remained.
Suddenly, a group of bodyguards dressed in black burst through the door.
They carried in a man covered in blood and dropped to their knees before me.
“Please save our boss! We'll pay whatever it takes!”
I looked at the man they carried inside and spoke coldly.
“Take him out. I wouldn't save this man even if it killed me.”