Legendary Life Of The Uninhibited Billionaire

People were coming and going in the corridor of a hospital.

Randall Carter knelt down in front of a doctor and burst into tears.

"Your right hand has a nerve injury. If you don't pay one hundred thousand dollars for the treatment, it will be completely necrotic within a week."

The doctor's cold words pierced into Randall's heart.

One hundred thousand dollars for medical treatment was undoubtedly a huge amount of money for a college student who went to school on student loan.

His adoptive parents had run out of money in order to support him to go to school. Moreover, a few months ago, they had unexpectedly disappeared when raising tuition for him.

Now he only had ten dollars left.

"One hundred thousand dollars, one hundred thousand dollars," Randall murmured.

Thinking of this number, Randall felt a deep despair.

He looked down at his disabled right hand, feeling sad but unwilling to give up.

After more than ten years of hard study, he was finally admitted to Herdale Medical School. He was about to graduate and become a surgeon, which could change the living conditions of himself and his family.

But he didn't expect that he would fall into the abyss because of an accident.

"No, I must cure my right hand. This is my promise to my father and sister!" Randall said, gritting his teeth.

He wiped his tears and stood up. He could give up all his dignity for the sake of his family.

He called his uncle first.

A man shouted impatiently as soon as the phone was connected.

"You brat came to ask for money again. Didn't you borrow two hundred dollars from me last time? I don't have any money left. Don't ever call me again!"

"Uncle, please lend me one hundred thousand dollars. After I find a job, I will pay you back double, no, triple!"

At this time, his aunt's impatient voice sounded. "What are you talking about with this disabled and worthless man? His right hand is disabled. He can only collect trash for the rest of his life. When can he pay back one hundred thousand dollars?"

"Auntie!" Before Randall could finish his words, the phone was hung up.

Then, Randall shamelessly called other relatives, but all of them hung up when they heard Randall wanted to borrow money.

They even warned Randall not to call them again, or they would call the police to arrest him.

Randall, who was distressed in his heart, gritted his teeth and dialed his girlfriend Tonya Burton's number.

Although he was reluctant to ask her for help, he was confident that she would lend him money.

Because his right hand was injured because of her.

Three days ago, Randall and Tonya went to a bar to have a drink.

After Tonya got drunk, she was molested by Perry Shaw, a trust-fund baby in their class.

In order to protect Tonya from being drugged and raped by Perry, Randall had a conflict with him.

However, a passer-by pierced his palm with a knife.

Tonya didn't answer the phone, but Randall knew from his friends that she was on the school playground now.

Randall rushed to the playground.

But in the grandstand, he saw something that made him stunned.

Lying on the top of Perry, Tonya tongue-kissed him and flirted with him.

Perry's big hands fumbled in Tonya's dress as if no one was around.

While the latter's face was red because of orgasm.

Randall was so angry that he trembled all over.

"Tonya, didn't you say that you would marry me?"

Randall and Tonya had plans for the future. They were supposed to get married after graduation.

This was the promise Tonya made to Randall after he saved her that night. She vowed to stay by his side forever.

At the sight of him, Tonya slowly stood up and looked at him without a tinge of guilt.

"Bold of you to assume that I was serious, Randall. I was only kidding! I dated you because you had great potential as a student who performed well in his academics. I thought that you would make waves in the medical field after graduation. But now that your right hand is disabled, that can no longer be possible. Why do you still expect me to stay by your side?"

Perry also stood up. He pointed at Randall and cursed, "You idiot! How dare you interrupt us? Do you think I will be afraid of you because you blocked a knife with your bare hand? Jokes on you, stupid! You deserve what you got!"

Perry grabbed Tonya by the waist as he licked his lips. She rubbed his chest and batted her long eyelashes at him.

At this time, one of Perry's friends piped up, "I heard that this guy needed one hundred thousand dollars to treat his right hand. It seems he's here to borrow money. What a shameless bastard!"

Randall's face flushed with shame after his intention was laid bare.

Perry burst into laughter at the sight of this.

"You are as poor as a church rat. I'm dead sure you don't have to two hundred bucks, so one hundred thousand dollars is impossible for you!"

Randall's shoulders slouched. He wanted to leave before getting ridiculed even more.

But the expectant eyes of his family suddenly appeared in his mind.

The hopes of his loved ones were on him. He couldn't let them down. He had to realize his dream.

"Tonya, I put my life on the line just to save you that day. Please lend me one hundred thousand dollars. You know me well. I will pay you back." Randall swallowed his pride and begged. He was like a stray dog who was at the mercy of passersby.

Tonya sucked her teeth and yelled, "The nerve of you, Randall! Don't you think it's ridiculous to make such a request? We are no longer a couple. As you can tell, I'm dating Perry now. I won't give you a dime. Get lost!"

Randall's jaw dropped when he heard this. He looked up at Tonya. It was hard to believe that she was this heartless.

Perry left quietly and went to the bathroom.

A few seconds later, he returned with a bottle filled with yellow liquid.

"Loser, drink that and I'll lend you one hundred thousand dollars!" Perry laughed evilly and threw the bottle to Randall's feet.

Randall picked it up. The stench of urine immediately hit his nose.

He cursed, "You bastard! You have gone too far!"

Randall threw the bottle at Perry in a fit of pique. The cap of the bottle popped open, causing the urine to splash on Perry's pants.

"Ah! You bastard! Guys, beat him!" Perry roared and snapped his fingers at his friends.

Immediately, eight young men rushed up to Randall and pressed him to the mowed lawn.

Perry walked up and stamped Randall's head to the ground severally. He spat on him before storming off.

There were bruises and gashes on Randall's forehead. His blood slipped down, touching the corners of his eyes.

With his back on the ground, he painstakingly took out his phone from his pocket. It had been ringing off the hook.

As soon as the line was connected, a cold female voice came through.

"Do you want to have your revenge? Would you like to bring Perry to his knees?"

Randall rolled to his side and supported his head with his left arm.

In confusion, he asked, "Who are you? And what do you mean?"

"In ten minutes, there will be a car waiting at the school gate. Your life will change for the better if you enter it." The woman's voice was firm.

"What car exactly? There are so many cars at the school gate. How will I know the car in question?" Randall inquired hurriedly.

"The most expensive one!" With these words, the mysterious woman hung up the phone.

While Randall was wondering whether it was a prank, his phone vibrated.

He received a picture from the mysterious woman's number.

Randall's eyes bulged out of the sockets when he saw the photo.

Two men were pictured talking at a pub.

One of them was Perry.

And the other was a hefty man who had a ferocious face. Randall knew this face well. He would recognize him even if he was half awake.

This man was the one that drove a knife into his right hand.

How did these two know each other? Did this mean that what happened wasn't an accident?

Randall's forehead broke out in cold sweat as he thought of Perry setting the trap. He was so furious that he wanted to destroy everything within his reach.

"Fuck you, Perry! If you are the brain behind the accident, I will make your life a living hell!" Randall roared, clenching his fists. He mustered the strength to rush to the school gate.

When he got out, he saw a black and golden Rolls-Royce Phantom parked at the school gate.

It stood out amid the other cars. Even the Mercedes-Benz and BMW beside it were like toy cars now.

The back door of the car opened and a beauty dressed in a suit got out.

The black skirt she had on set off her curvy hips and slim waist.

Her boobs were so big that the buttons of her shirt seemed to be hanging for dear life.

The woman walked up to Randall. She pushed down her black-framed glasses and commanded, "Get in the car."

"And you are?" Randall asked curiously.

"My name is Amari Vance. My identity doesn't matter for now. You just need to come with me. There's someone you need to meet."

Amari's fragrance made Randall a little nervous.

But after hesitating for two seconds, he got into the car decisively.

The car roared to life and sped off once they got in.

Randall leaned against the window and looked out as several buildings and people were left behind. Shortly after, they arrived at the city center.

The car drove through a huge metal gate after entering a neighborhood that was only inhabited by the top one percent of the city.

Half of the expanse of land was a golf course.

The front quarter was a large garden.

There was a swimming pool and a gym by the side. A three-story hospital was in the center.

The hospital was a sight to behold. Its exterior decor was an eighteenth-century baroque style. It was so luxurious and magnificent.

Randall's eyes were wandering on the building when they fell on a large sign that read "Hodur Royal Infirmary."

He blinked his eyes in disbelief. His heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The hospital in front of him was the biggest private hospital in Sross.

Who on earth sent for me?

Could it be...?

Randall had questions bugging his mind, but he just followed Amari in a daze. They passed through the security check and took the elevator to the top floor of the hospital.

Amari led him to a door and said, "Dr. Turner is waiting for you. He wants to talk to you in private."

Dr. Turner!

The medical legend?

Randall's heart stomped once he heard that name. He turned the doorknob and walked in slowly. The strong smell of books and medicines hit his nose immediately.

A grey-haired man was standing in front of a bookshelf with his back to Randall.

Once Randall shut the door behind him, the old man uttered, "Welcome, Randall. What do you think about that photo you received earlier?"

Randall took a deep breath and replied, "Well, I came here to get to the root of the matter."

The old man spun on his heels with a smile. "What will happen once you do that? Can you take revenge by yourself? You would need wealth, power, dignity, and a name to make that happen. I can give you all of them as long as you agree to my terms. All those who have a hand in that accident can be brought to book in no time."

Randall realized that his guess was right, after all.

This old man was his role model. He was Stewart Turner, a legendary doctor.

His name was known all over the world. Those in the medical field held him in high esteem.

More so, he was the richest man in Sross.

Randall was a nobody compared to him. He didn't consider himself worthy of beholding such a person.

But why did Stewart send for him? And what exactly did he want from him?

Despite the shock, Randall took a deep breath and made up his mind. "Okay, I promise to do whatever you want!"

Randall was sure that Stewart probably knew a lot about him since he had managed to get that photo and have it sent to him.

This influential man wouldn't find it difficult to crush him if Randall disobeyed him.

"Great! Anyway, you are yet to do what I expect of you. You need to be trained first."

Stewart's words shocked Randall.

He curiously asked, "Dr. Turner, what could that be?"

"There is no rush. Let's talk about you first. To be an excellent doctor, you not only need to be brilliant, but also have a pair of stable hands."

What was Stewart driving at?

Just as Randall was confused, Stewart picked up a small bell and shook it gently.

Ding!

The door suddenly swung open. A group of doctors in doctors' gowns trooped in.

Two of them pressed Randall on a stretcher. An injection was sunk into his neck the next second.

"Have a good sleep. By the time you wake up, the nightmare will be over. The life you have never dreamed of will become yours soon."

Randall's vision suddenly became blurry. Once he heard Stewart's words, a question popped up in his fuzzy mind.

Was Stewart going to treat his disabled hand?