The Legendary Billionaire

"Look, Randall's hand is shaking again!"

"Ha-ha! Of what use is a surgeon who can't hold a scalpel firmly? He's so useless."

"Come on, don't say that. Have you forgotten that he used to be a genius?"

There were dozens of medical students in one of the laboratories at Herdale Medical School, one of the top medical schools in the world.

In front of them, were cadavers lying on operating tables. The students were to dissect them to learn about anatomy.

Everyone was doing the dissection easily, except Randall Carter. He couldn't hold the scalpel firmly. His hand kept shaking and shaking.

The scalpel suddenly fell to the tiled floor.

The clinking sound drew the attention of everyone in the lab. His classmates' eyes were filled with ridicule. They felt that Randall didn't deserve to be a surgeon.

Tears welled up in Randall's eyes as he stared blankly at the scalpel on the floor. His breathing suddenly became laborious.

He had an IQ of 200. Just one look at the cadaver, a detailed image of its insides was already in his brain as if he could see all the bones, muscles, and joints.

However, his intelligence was useless in this lab because his right hand was damaged.

The other students mocked Randall, not minding that he could hear them. Their words pierced into his heart like a sharp knife.

Only three months ago, Randall was the top student at Herdale Medical School. People said he might become the next legend doctor.

But everything changed after an accident.

Randall was shopping with his girlfriend, Tonya Burton, when a group of robbers came out of nowhere. To protect her, he fought against the robbers and his right hand was almost chopped off.

The doctors tried everything they could to save his right hand. They succeed to some extent, but the nerve damage was irreversible.

There was still hope for him to be completely cured.

Randall had an idea of how to go about it, but he couldn't operate on himself.

If he sought the help of famous neurologists, he would have to pay a whopping sum to be operated on. He couldn't afford it.

Since Randall was yet to receive the required treatment, his right hand had been unsteady. He couldn't even do some of the basic things he used to do with ease anymore.

When Randall was still receiving treatment in the hospital, Tonya knelt by his bedside and swore to always love him.

"My hand is injured, but I think it's worth it to exchange for your life, Tonya. It doesn't matter even if everyone else looks down upon me. With you by my side, I feel contented."

Randall smiled as he thought of the beautiful and kind-hearted Tonya.

His spirit was lifted in the blink of an eye.

Just when Randall was about to pick up the scalpel to give the procedure another trial, the professor who was inspecting the students' progress came to him.

When he saw the mess Randall had made, he frowned and said with disgust, "You know what? I can't let you waste the materials in the lab. The others need to learn without distraction. Go out!"

Randall's heart sank. He took a deep breath and nodded obediently.

After picking up the scalpel, he put it in a cold metal plate and walked out slowly.

A loud peal of laughter erupted from the lab as soon as he shut the door behind him. For a split second, he looked through the glass panel on the door and found that the other students were shaking with laughter. Even the professor shook his head disappointedly.

Randall didn't intend to give up. He decided to go back to his dormitory to study.

"I need to study harder than before. I can learn how to use my left hand since it's unharmed. There's still hope for me," Randall said to himself as he walked down the corridor.

He decided to study now and practice in the lab alone once his classmates were done there.

He couldn't give up and decided to strive for a bright future, so Tonya and he could live a good life together.

Randall had just gotten to the second floor when he heard something.

A female voice came from the classroom near the stairs.

Randall halted in his tracks. The voice sounded rather familiar, so he approached the classroom slowly.

Once he approached the door, he realized that the voice was similar to his girlfriend's. The woman was moaning and speaking amorously.

"Yeah! Just like that. I love the way you make me feel. Ah!"

A man's voice came afterward. "Tonya, I need you to be honest with me. Who fucks you better, me or Randall?"

Tonya?

It was indeed her!

Randall's heart sank again. His feeling of betrayal soon changed to sheer anger. A strange wave swept through his head. He inched backward and kicked down the door.

The door swung open with a bang.

The air in Randall's lungs escaped at the sight of the scene in the classroom.

Two people were having sex in the classroom. They were both half naked.

When they heard the door open, they looked in the direction of the door in panic. They clearly hadn't expected anyone to come in.

Fury steamed off Randall. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the two of them. Never had he imagined that his beloved girlfriend could cheat on him with his good friend, Perry Shaw.

He roared, "Perry! Tonya! How could you two do this to me? Why did you both betray me?"

Perry's shocked expression changed to disdain once he saw who interrupted his moment of pleasure.

He blurted out, "How dare you barge in here and shout at me?"

"Perry Shaw!" Randall's face turned red. He pointed at Perry. His right hand shook uncontrollably due to anger.

When he noticed that Tonya didn't move a muscle, he asked sadly, "I thought you loved me, Tonya. Didn't you promise that you would be with me forever? Why did you cheat on me?"

Tonya, whose pelvis was still against Perry's groin, rolled her eyes indifferently. She then rested her head on his shoulder sweetly.

"Randall, how could you be so stupid that you believed such mere words? You haven't heard, have you? For your information, you lost the opportunity to be an intern at Brooker Infirmary because you are handicapped. The opportunity has been given to Perry."

Tonya kissed Perry on the cheek and continued, "My sweet sugar here is now the top of our class. And he's fully abled. He's the man you would never be. Why should I continue to date a loser like you? Get lost!"

Randall couldn't believe his ears.

He staggered back and held a desk for support. Anger coursed through his veins. He roared, "I'll kill the two of you!"

He picked the chair close by and raised it above his head, intending to hit Perry.

The chair shook uncontrollably. Seeing this, Perry sneered with disdain. He grabbed the chair and yanked it off from Randall's grip.

Randall was no match for Perry now that his right hand was damaged. His wrist ached severely after the chair was snatched.

Perry kicked him to the floor the next second.

Afterward, he stepped on Randall's head and spat, "Who the hell do you think you are? Ha-ha! It's high time you get it into your thick skull that the era of you being the genius is over!"

Perry spat on Randall. He laughed out loud before leaving with Tonya.

The entire classroom was dead silent as Randall lay on the cold floor. His chest ached severely.

Several minutes passed before Randall finally mustered up the strength to stand up and leave the building. He went back to his dorm room in a daze.

For Randall, the betrayal of Tonya and Perry was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

At this moment, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw an email. His eyes widened when he saw the photo attached to it.

In the photo, two men were drinking at a bar. One of the men was Perry and the other man was the robber who almost chopped off his right hand.

"Wasn't the car accident an accident?" he murmured. His right hand shook uncontrollably.

At this moment, his phone rang. When he answered it, a cold female voice came from the other end. "Come to the east gate of the school. Now!" Then, the line disconnected.

Randall was rooted to the spot. The expression in his eyes gradually turned from confusion to firmness. He decided to do as he was told.

At the thought that all his misfortune might be Perry's conspiracy, Randall was furious and wanted to destroy everything.

"Perry, if I find out that you have a hand in that car accident, I won't let you go. I'll make your life a living hell just as you have made mine!"

Randall clenched his fists and ran out of the dormitory quickly.

With trepidation, Randall ran to the east gate. When he got there, he saw a black and golden Rolls-Royce Phantom parked.

The luxury car was worth millions of dollars. No car, even a Mercedes-Benz or a BMW came close to it.

At this moment, the car door opened. A sexy woman who was dressed like a secretary got out.

The buttons of her white shirt seemed like they were hanging on for dear life. It was as if her plump boobs would burst open the shirt if care wasn't taken.

Randall swallowed hard as she walked toward him. She was a sight to behold. He was convinced no man would be able to resist her even if she only winked or touched them slightly.

Standing before Randall, she pushed her black-framed glasses up her nose and said coldly, "Get in the car."

"Excuse me, may I know who you are?" Randall asked the woman in confusion.

"My name is Amari Vance. It doesn't matter who I am. You just need to know that as long as you come with me, you will find the answers to your questions," Amari said in a cold voice.

Randall was quite nervous when he perceived her fragrance.

After a little hesitation, he carefully got into the car.

The car roared to life and drove away a second after Randall shut the door.

He clasped his hands together as he looked out of the window.

A thousand thoughts were swirling in his mind as he watched the pedestrians and vehicles on the road.

The car went through a gigantic gate and stopped at the parking lot filled with luxury cars.

It turned out their destination was a pretty and quiet manor, with a colorful garden, and a spacious golf course. A three-story hospital stood in the center.

This hospital wasn't like other hospitals that had ordinary designs. Its decoration was the baroque style of the eighteenth century. Everything outside dripped with luxury.

But what shocked Randall the most was not the luxury here, but the name of the hospital: Hodur Royal Infirmary.

"Huh?" Randall was shocked by this command. His nervousness increased once he perceived her fragrance.

Just seeing those words, he became thirsty and dizzy.

This was the legendary top private hospital in the city!

Who on earth wanted to see him?

Could it be...?

In a daze, Randall followed Amari into the building. She helped him through the security check and took him to the elevator. They went to the top floor of the hospital.

"Dr. Turner is inside. He wants to meet you. Go in," Amari said when they got to a study.

"Dr. Turner? I can't believe this!" Excited, Randall turned the doorknob. As soon as he walked in, a strong smell of disinfectant hit his nostrils.

A man was standing in front of a bookshelf with his back facing Randall. He had grey hair and his back was a little hunched.

After Randall close the door, the old man asked, "What is on your mind after seeing the photo, Randall?"