After over an hour, the plane finally landed at the airport in Ziyang City.

As soon as he walked out of the airport, Bidegla made a call to his uncle.

The phone was quickly answered, and Niko Haimes' weary voice came through: "Bidegla, where are you now?"

Ignoring his uncle's question, Bidegla asked directly, "How are my parents doing?"

"They are still in surgery. I don't know what's going on, but I've seen doctors and nurses rushing in and out," Niko Haimes replied, clearly exhausted.

"Alright, I'll be home in about an hour. Which hospital are you at? I'll come directly there when I arrive."

"We're at the County People's Hospital. Give me a call when you get here," Niko Haimes said before a commotion was heard on his end, and the call was ended.

Putting away his phone, Bidegla hailed a taxi on the roadside and said, "Driver, go to the First People's Hospital of Qing County. Please hurry, I'm in a rush."

"Kid, it's late at night. I'm not going to drive outside the urban area. You should find someone else," the driver shook his head upon hearing Bidegla's request.

"Damn, I'll pay you extra. I need to get there," Bidegla cursed at the driver.

"I won't go even if you pay me more. Find someone else. I'd rather earn less money," the driver refused, making Bidegla furious.

Bang!

Suddenly, the car shook violently, and Bidegla punched the seat next to him, leaving a large hole in it.

"Are you going to drive or not?" Bidegla's demeanor turned cold as he spoke.

Feeling the shaking of the car, the driver saw Bidegla's bare-handed punch through the rearview mirror. How could he do that? If he punched the driver, he'd be like the seat, broken through.

"I'll drive, I'll drive," the driver quickly started the car, not daring to refuse.

At that moment, the driver only hoped Bidegla wouldn't cause harm for money.

"Here's ten thousand. Fix your seat. Drive me to Qing County as fast as you can. In an hour, or I'll kill you," Bidegla's murderous intent was revealed.

"Alright, hold on tight. I'll take you to Qing County immediately," the driver didn't dare to look at the wad of money Bidegla threw on the passenger seat and stepped on the gas pedal.

The usual journey to Qing County would take at least an hour and a half, but Bidegla demanded to arrive in an hour, which was difficult for the driver.

However, in order to save his life, the driver didn't care and raced to the highway.

Throughout the journey, the driver kept stealing glances at Bidegla through the rearview mirror, too scared to speak, creating a tense atmosphere.

What usually took over an hour, the driver managed to get Bidegla to Qing County in just forty minutes. His foot barely left the gas pedal, and the car was almost smoking upon arrival.

"Alright, you can go now," Bidegla said as he opened the car door and rushed into the hospital.

"Finally got rid of that jinx," the driver muttered before quickly driving away. Once he was out of sight, he stopped the car, feeling his legs turn to jelly from the fear he experienced during the trip.

Clutching the wad of money handed to him by Bidegla, he counted it slightly and found that it was indeed a full ten thousand yuan.

If only he had known that this man was not a criminal, he would not have turned him down. He had almost been frightened to death by Bidegla on the way.

"Excuse me, nurse, has a couple who were attacked been brought in earlier?" Inside the hospital, Bidegla grabbed a nurse's hand and asked anxiously.

"Yes," the nurse could see that Bidegla was very worried and nodded.

"Where are they?"

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"They are still in the operating room on the fourth floor. You can go up the stairs there," the nurse pointed Bidegla in the right direction.

"Thank you."

Following the path indicated by the nurse, Bidegla almost raced up to the fourth floor. At the end of the hallway, Bidegla indeed saw his uncle Niko Haimes.

And next to him, there was a woman, with a full face of discontent, and even some anger. This was Bidegla's aunt, Joylyn Bucher.

"Uncle." At this moment, Bidegla suddenly called out loudly, causing Niko Haimes, who had been looking down, to lift his head.

"Bidegla, you're finally back." Seeing Bidegla, Niko Haimes stood up immediately.

"Hmph!" Seeing Bidegla, Niko Haimes' wife, Joylyn Bucher, snorted coldly and turned her head away.

"How are my parents doing now?" Without looking at his aunt's unpleasant expression, Bidegla asked directly.

"They are still in surgery and it's been several hours. I am also not very clear about it," Niko Haimes shook his head, looking very worried.

Since childhood, his sister had been very good to him. His mother died early, and his sister was like a mother to him, so now that his sister had such an accident, he was naturally very worried.

"Tell me what exactly happened?" Sitting down, Bidegla asked, with a very cold expression.

"Ah, this matter is not really their fault. It was a group of hooligans who injured them, and I have already reported it to the police," Niko Haimes said, grabbing his head with some pain.

"What did the police say?"

"The police said they have started the investigation and it may take some time to catch the culprit. Those damn bastards, they are really despicable." Niko Haimes cursed.

"They usually run their shop just fine, don't they? How did they suddenly provoke these hooligans?" Bidegla asked, feeling a little strange.

"This has to do with real estate. Isn't your family in the old city area? That area is now being redeveloped, so this whole thing started because of that."

"Why haven't they mentioned this to me?"

"I think they didn't want you to be distracted at work. Everything was going well until the end when there was a problem with the compensation. The amount offered by the other party was just too low, so your parents took some people and went to confront the company, and it ended up like this."

"What's the name of the company?" Suddenly, Bidegla stood up, and the chilling aura emanating from him made Niko Haimes and Joylyn Bucher jump.

Although Joylyn Bucher usually disapproved of Bidegla's delinquent appearance, at this moment, standing next to Bidegla, she was truly afraid of the terrifying aura emanating from him.

"Bidegla, please do not act recklessly. We can resolve this matter through legal means, as we live in a society governed by the rule of law. We have sufficient evidence, and there were witnesses near your house who can testify to the truth of our claims," Niko Haimes said as he saw Bidegla rise, immediately taking hold of Bidegla's hand.

The young man's impulsive nature made Niko Haimes fear that Bidegla might do something irrational.

"Rest assured, I will not act recklessly," Bidegla said, suppressing the urge for vengeance and slowly sitting down on the chair. The most important thing now was the situation of his parents. The matter of revenge could be put on hold.

"Hmph, all bark and no bite, when it comes to money. I wonder how you've managed to get by all these years," Joylyn Bucher sneered, looking down on Bidegla.

"Shut your mouth!" Niko Haimes, upon hearing his wife's words, immediately became stern. It was truly despicable that, with such a serious situation at hand, his wife was mocking others.

Normally, he would let her mistreat his sisters, but now, to see her mocking Bidegla, he might have slapped her if not for the presence of others.

"Heh, what right do you have to speak to me like that? If it weren't for my father's help, do you really think your pathetic company could have been established? Let me tell you, without me, you are nothing," Joylyn Bucher shouted, her tone extremely unpleasant.

"You better shut up, or else we'll go file for divorce tomorrow," Niko Haimes finally asserted himself, leaving Joylyn Bucher stunned.

At home, Niko Haimes was always obedient to her every whim. This was the first time she had seen him so angry.

"Hmph, I'll deal with you when I get back," Joylyn Bucher said. Despite not treating her husband's family well, if they really were to divorce, Joylyn Bucher would still be reluctant, as finding someone who truly cared for her in this day and age was not easy.

Other than his family being a little poor, her husband was very satisfying in every other aspect and took good care of her. But now, in front of Bidegla, he was reprimanding her, and she would make sure he regretted it later.

"Bidegla, don't feel uncomfortable. Your aunt is just that kind of person. When we get back, I will definitely talk to her," Niko Haimes said apologetically.

"I won't think too much about it," Bidegla replied, turning away from his aunt. Bidegla knew that his aunt had some money, but he couldn't tolerate her condescending attitude. Just because she had some money didn't make her superior. Did she really think he was interested in her money?

"Who is the patient's family?" the door to the operating room opened, and a doctor in a white coat with a face mask walked out and asked.

"We both are," Niko Haimes and Bidegla rushed forward.

"The patient is currently experiencing heart failure and needs to undergo a major surgery. Please pay the surgery fees first," the doctor said, even in such a critical moment, still thinking about money.

But nowadays, almost all hospitals were like this; they would turn away patients if they couldn't pay. That's why seeking medical treatment nowadays was so looked down upon.

"Money is not an issue. How are my parents doing?" Bidegla asked anxiously, grabbing the doctor's hand.

"We will do everything in our power to save them, but please pay the money first, otherwise there is nothing more we can do," the doctor said before retreating back into the operating room, all for the sake of getting paid.

"Please hand me the card, I will go make the payment." After the doctor entered the operating room, Niko Haimes reached out to Joylyn Bucher.

"What?" Seeing Niko Haimes reaching out, Joylyn Bucher almost jumped up, do you really think I'm an ATM?

When they were just brought in, they had already paid fifty thousand just for the hospitalization fee, and now they have to undergo major surgery, who knows how much money they will need.