章節 143: Not Kind Enough

The second she touched him, it was like he finally found the peace he had always been looking for. Hu Wen Cheng bit his tongue, refusing to let out a moan of pure pleasure as the debilitating pain seemed to just vanish.

He knew he didn't have much longer to live. Whether the cancer killed him first or one of his enemies managed to, he would be dead sooner rather than later.

It was a pure coincidence that he had overheard a VIP mention the fact that the fighters at Camp Hell were always healed by the next day that he realized that they must have their own healer.

He had tried to get in to see a couple of healers that he knew about, but even his deep pockets didn't have enough money to manage it. It was almost $1,500.00 just to be in the same room as a healer to tell them what was wrong.

To be healed… the price was in the millions.