When Gustavo traded the remaining majesty of the drug lord for the bed next to Ye Chen and couldn't wait to get close to Ye Chen, the phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed.

He quickly took out his cell phone and looked down. The caller turned out to be Warden Bruce Weinstein.

Gustavo was a little surprised.

His first thought was: "What the hell, Bruce Weinstein, a bullshit little guy, dares to call me directly? Does he really think he is a person?"

I don�t know since which year Gustavo started to have obvious conflicting emotions when answering the phone.

He dislikes the feeling of answering the phone less and less. He always feels that when others call him, he will have an unpleasant experience. He prefers his subordinates to report to him respectfully in front of him, or to speak to him in a very respectful tone. Send text message.

Of course, when it comes to giving orders, he still prefers to make phone calls because he likes the pleasure of direct output.

Everyone around Gustavo knows that he doesn�t like to answer the phone, so under normal circumstances, he will send a message first, and it must start with Dear Mr. Sanchez. Like Bruce Weinstein, he makes a direct phone call. He has not encountered this situation for several years.

If Gustavo had received his call before today, he would have hung up immediately, but the fact that he was almost killed by Joseph today made him feel a little wary of his surroundings and fear of the unknown, so after thinking about it, Still pressed the answer button.

However, Gustavo's tone was obviously displeased and he asked, "Bruce, I should have told you not to call me on ordinary days. Why can't you send me a message first?"

Bruce Weinstein said painfully: "Mr. Sanchez, is Mr. Ye with you today? I have something urgent and I need to ask him for help!"

"Mr. Ye?" Gustavo asked in surprise: "What are you doing with Mr. Ye?"

Ye Chen, who was in the bed next to him, heard this and sat up from the bed, saying to Gustavo: "Come on, give me the phone."

Gustavo respectfully handed the phone to Marven.

Ye Chen took the phone and asked with a smile: "Mr. Warden, do you have anything to do with me?"

Bruce Weinstein asked anxiously: "Mr. Ye, what you said today, the more terrifying thing about a man being too hard, have you ever encountered it before?"

Ye Chen knew that he must be in pain now, but he said calmly: "Of course I have encountered it, but don't you believe it? Why do you care about it again?"

"I believe it, I believe it!" Bruce Weinstein said hurriedly: "Mr. Ye...today...I was indeed a little too self-righteous during the day...I thought what you told me was all alarmist...wait until things really happen. Only in my own body...I realized how ignorant I am..."

As he spoke, he begged with tears in his eyes: "Mr. Ye, please save me no matter what. If you don't save me, I may really be finished!"

Ye Chen pretended to be surprised and asked: "What happened specifically? Please tell me slowly."

Bruce Weinstein sobbed and said: "To be honest, Mr. Ye, Mr. Sanchez arranged two beauties for me tonight, but I don't know if I was too excited or if there was something wrong with my body. The area suddenly swelled." I can't stand it anymore, it's like I swallowed 10,000 fucking Viagra pills. Now the situation is getting worse and worse. The doctor at Manhattan Hospital said that the tissue is going necrotic and the only option is to amputate. I wonder if you can save me... "

Ye Chen smiled. It seemed that things were developing in the direction he planned. Then he said: "Well...it can be saved, but it needs acupuncture. I am in prison now and my heart is broken." There is more than enough but not enough strength.�

Bruce Weinstein said quickly: "It doesn't matter, as long as you can save me, I will go back to prison now! I can receive your treatment in prison..."

Ye Chen hummed and said, "It's just that this kind of treatment is more troublesome, takes longer, and requires you to be naked. More importantly, there will definitely be a certain amount of pain during the treatment, and you will definitely be unable to control your body. Aren't you afraid that other people in the prison will know if you yell?" JrNovels.com