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My Waste Husband novel Chapter 1196

Henry closed his eyes. The changes in his body made him both painful but joyful. Although this kind of physical strength enhancement would not make his strength make a qualitative leap in one time, at Henry's realm, it was already very rare for him to make further progress.

Feeling that his body was a little more comfortable, Henry temporarily slowed down the recovery process. He needed to move a little.

Henry moved his body. As soon as he got out of bed, he took two steps forward with the help of the bedside pole. These two steps made Henry break out in a cold sweat.

If the doctors in the hospital could see Henry's internal condition through the x-ray, they would be shocked.

There were numerous perforations in the internal organs of Henry, all of which were the sequelae left by the sword in the underground palace. From a medical point of view, Henry should not stay in this ward. It is the absolute truth that he should go directly to ICU.

Henry gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his body. He needed to move his muscles appropriately so that he could better recover from his injuries.

Henry slowly lifted his foot. Even his steps seemed to slow down. It took a few seconds to complete a simple step.

A burst of noise came into Henry's ears from outside the ward.

Then, the door of the ward where Henry stayed was pushed open from the outside. A group of more than a dozen figures appeared in Henry's eyes. These people were men and women, old and young, and the noises came from their mouths.

Pushing the door was a middle-aged woman, who was wearing famous brand clothes and holding a Benz key in her hand. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Henry and shouted loudly: "Who said there is no ward? Isn't this a ward? Put my husband in here!"

A nurse immediately ran up and said, "Madam, please keep your voice down. Don't disturb our patients. There are people staying here."

"Who do you think you are? Call your president!" The middle-aged woman sneered. "This man is obviously able to be discharged from the hospital. Do you want to leave the intensive care unit to him?" "No." The young nurse quickly waved her hand and said, "This gentleman was admitted last night, he was badly injured and was in a coma all night."

"In a coma?" The middle-aged woman glanced at Henry and said, "Tell me, where did he get seriously injured? You clearly have a private ward, but deliberately arranged for my husband to stay in the common ward. Get your president here!"

"Mrs. Zhou, there is indeed no ward in our hospital." Chairman Ma, an old acquaintance of Henry, came over. First, he showed an apologetic look to Henry, and then explained to the middle-aged woman, "Mrs. Zhou, how about I arrange a hospital bed for you in another hospital? Our intensive care unit is full."

"Impossible!" The middle-aged woman shook her head firmly. "Chairman Ma, I don't understand what you mean. My husband helped you a lot before, didn't he? There were several problems with drugs in the hospital. Didn't my husband help you solve it?"

"Ms. Zhou, please speak carefully." Chairman Ma took a step back, "Our hospital always gets the medicine from the right drug factory. As for the drug problem you mentioned, I think you and your lover know better than me what is going on. Your lover is responsible for the supervision of this area, and whether there is a problem or not depends on your lover's words."

The middle- aged woman snorted coldly. Her words were not to gain favour with Chairman Ma, but to threaten him. However, Chairman Ma was not afraid of her threat, and he openly confronted the middle-aged woman's threats.

"Okay, Chairman Ma, if you don't clear this ward, someone will!" The middle-aged woman gave a look behind her. A young man, who looked like he was in his mid-20s, strode over. He only wore a vest, and the tattoos on his back could be seen.

The young man came to Henry and stared at him. "Boy, let me give you a choice. Get out of here yourself, or I'll throw you out."

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