One Year Commitment

"That's it?" Sean smiled. "Do you know how many doctors I've called already? None of them can guarantee he can live past next June."

"Indeed, according to my estimation, your father will live for at most three or four months. To be honest, death may only mean relief to him," Chen Zhao replied. "Nevertheless, I still think that I can delay his death."

Chen Zhao did not know Sean's purpose. However, as an illegal doctor, he had to follow one rule: never ask the client's motives.

The less he knew, the safer he would be.

Sean's family was surely not an ordinary one. Chen Zhao felt that his entire family might be in the mafia.

"But it'll cost more than just thirty thousand dollars. I need to come here once every week," Chen Zhao said, looking at Sean.

"Once every week, thirty thousand each time. A reasonable price it is," Sean nodded. "However, should my father die within a year, his death will also mark yours."

It was a blunt death threat!