Instant Rise of Zion Blade

Chapter 5: The Man They Mocked

Ana scoffed from behind the two nurses as she continued holding the stretcher that Zion’s mother was lying on with one hand.

“So you want to tell me that you have forty thousand dollars to pay for the renewal of your mother’s VIP treatment without the Whitmore family’s help?” she sneered, her eyes scanning the ordinary clothes he was wearing from top to bottom.

The clothes had faded from years of washing and reuse, and Zion hadn’t bothered to change them.

“You can’t even afford to take proper care of yourself. Should I believe that you can take care of your sick mother?” she added.

“Move aside and stop wasting our time. Putting up a show won’t change the fact that your mother won’t be returned to the VIP room anymore, so just quit the acting,” Tina said.

“Don’t worry, I’m calling security. Since he refuses to leave, we’ll just have them throw him out.”

Janet took out her phone.

“No, you don’t have to call security,” Zion said. “I’ll make the payment. A new renewal payment for my mother, and we can settle all this, right? I don’t want anything to happen to my mother.”

His voice carried a hint of vulnerability.

He reached into his pocket and brought out his phone. The screen was already broken, and the phone itself looked old.

It suited his mundane, cheap clothes.

“You can’t afford a proper phone, and you expect me to believe you’d have up to forty thousand dollars in your account?” Ana said.

“Maybe he thinks it costs forty dollars to pay for VIP treatment,” Janet said mockingly.

Although his mother had been in the hospital before he married into the Whitmore family, back then, a charity organization had paid most of her expenses. Tina and Janet had been working at the hospital for years, so they knew this secret. That was why they were so confident that Zion couldn’t take responsibility for the payment himself.

Just as Janet expected him to make some sort of payment, she saw him raise his phone to his ear after dialing a number.

“Are you calling the Whitmore family to beg them to help you pay?” Janet asked. “What a joke. I can’t believe I almost fell for it when you claimed you could afford a forty-thousand-dollar payment.”

But Zion didn’t respond to her words at all.

Once the call connected, he spoke.

“Hello, Seraphine.”

“Good morning, Young Master Zion Blade.”

A female voice came through.

Her tender, soft, and melodic voice was enough to stir any man’s desire.

“How may I help you today, Young Master?” she added.

Zion hesitated for a second.

“Quinn told me that you can do anything I request from you, right?” he asked, somehow nervous and embarrassed to make the request.

He had intended not to ask for a favor from this source. He hadn’t even learned much about his family yet, and he knew the type of people they were. Asking them for help this early would mean he was somehow already in their debt.

But what choice did he have when his mother was in critical circumstances?

“Yes, sir. Your wish is my command. I’m all yours to control or command as you see fit, Young Master,” she responded.

Her response was precise, and her tone remained measured and soothing.

Zion swallowed hard.

“Okay, then. I want you to help me clear my mother’s hospital bill… Can you—”

Zion was hesitant to finish his sentence, but before he could, she interrupted.

“GreenHeart Hospital, right, Young Master?” she asked.

He was surprised that she knew the hospital. He hadn’t needed to tell her the name.

“Yes,” he confirmed.

“Done, sir,” she said.

Zion hesitated for a moment, but he had tested her yesterday at the hotel. When he called her, she immediately responded and processed the payment within seconds, just like this time.

So he had no reason to doubt that she would do what she said.

“Is there anything else you’d need me to do, Young Master?” she asked, her voice remaining calm and gentle.

“N—no. That’s all.”

He ended the call.

From the way Quinn had talked to him yesterday, Zion couldn’t imagine that his family would have any trouble if he requested a forty-thousand-dollar renewal payment for his mother’s treatment.

Even if they asked him to refund the money, he wouldn’t mind doing so later when he had the money.

Janet and the other two nurses hesitated for a moment.

“I’ve made the payment. Confirm the forty-thousand-dollar renewal payment and return my mother to her room for proper care,” Zion said.

His tone was filled with confidence. He trusted that Seraphine had handled the payment just as she said.

This made Janet’s hands shake slightly as she reached for her phone. She had doubts, but she couldn’t be certain until she confirmed it.

“Call the finance department and confirm whether the money has really been paid. I don’t trust this guy,” Ana said with disdain.

Janet made the call, and it soon connected to the finance department that handled the hospital’s finances.

“Hello, Mr. Thomas. Sorry to bother you, but there’s someone here by the name of Zion Blade. Can you confirm if a forty-thousand-dollar payment for his mother Emily Carter’s VIP renewal has been made?” Janet asked.

“Hold on. Let me check,” Thomas said.

The few seconds of silence that followed made Janet’s stomach crawl.

What if he actually made the payment? I won’t have any excuse to drive his mother out of the VIP room anymore. And what would I tell them when they ask me why I didn’t remove his mother like I was instructed to?

Thomas typed the precise amount she had mentioned into the system and checked the list of renewal payments made that day.

After a few seconds, he didn’t see a name that matched the one she had mentioned.

“No, there’s no such payment of forty thousand dollars,” the man said.

For a moment, Janet let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.

“So you mean no one made a renewal payment under the name of the patient, Emily Carter, Zion Blade’s mother?” she asked again to confirm.

The phone was on speaker, so everyone could hear.

“No,” he answered before the line went dead.

“I told you, this simp can’t afford it. Just take a look at his clothes. Do you really think he’d be able to pull forty thousand dollars out of nowhere without his ex-wife’s help?” Ana said.

Her hatred for Zion had grown even stronger. She shot him a disdainful stare, as if his very presence irritated her.

“And now that they’ve cut him off, he’s just showing his true colors and how cunning he is,” she added.

Janet formed a smile on her face.

She was relieved. If the hospital questioned why she had removed a VIP patient, she could explain that the source of payment had been cut off and she had taken action to prevent the hospital from being exploited.

And now that she had found out he was only a liar, her confidence was even stronger than before.

“You almost got me with your lies earlier,” she muttered. “I can’t believe I almost fell for it. I understand that you don’t have the money, but for someone to be so desperate that you’d make a phone call and lie to us that you made a payment you didn’t make… Did you think the hospital was as stupid as you are and would simply fall for such nonsense?”

Her tone was as sharp as a saw.

“No, I wasn’t lying. I think there’s a mistake.”

Zion was about to protest.

Seraphine had told him she had completed the transfer. How could it be that she had lied to him?

“Even if you want to scam us, you should do it smartly next time,” Tina said. “When you called whoever you were faking with, you didn’t even tell the person which hospital it was, nor did you ask us for the hospital’s account details. You just went ahead and said it was done. I already knew you were lying.”

“Hello, security. There’s a nuisance here causing trouble at the VIP section of Room Seventeen. Please come and throw the fool out with his pathetic sick mother,” Janet said over the phone.

At that very moment, Zion realized it too.

It was true.

Seraphine hadn’t asked for an account number.

Could it be that she had misunderstood what he said and hadn’t sent any money at all?

Zion’s mind raced quietly.

If she hasn’t made the payment, then my mother will be kicked out for sure.

Footsteps of several security guards could be heard approaching them.

If there was one thing about GreenHeart Hospital, it was its tight security. The guards were well-trained professionals who secured the place because important people used the hospital. It wasn’t the kind of place where someone could cause a scene without being dragged out within seconds.

Inside Thomas’s office, he was looking through the financial records when his eyes suddenly caught something.

A new transaction had just landed.

It wasn’t an ordinary payment.

It was a contract.

His eyes widened.

“Wait… Who made a one-hundred-and-twenty-million-dollar deposit for a ten-year Exclusive VVIP contract?”

He was shocked to his core.

No one had ever made such a contract in one go before.

A ten-year Exclusive VVIP contract was completely different from the regular VIP treatment that Zion’s mother had been receiving.

The Exclusive VVIP level was reserved for top-class elites such as presidents, generals, and other high-ranking figures. They usually made payments only for the short periods they needed treatment.

But someone had just paid for ten years at once.

At one million dollars per month, that amounted to one hundred and twenty million dollars.

This person wasn’t merely a big shot.

They were someone the hospital had to treat with absolute care.

Thomas immediately opened the payment information.

His eyes landed on the name attached to the transaction.

[Payment in the name of Zion Blade for the treatment of Emily Carter.]

“Wait… Isn’t that name familiar?” he muttered.

“But Janet said he made a forty-thousand-dollar renewal payment.”

He paused.

“Maybe she missed it or something.”

Then another thought occurred to him.

“And the person is in this building.”

From the way Janet had spoken, it seemed that she was standing directly in front of the person who had made the payment.

“I’ve got to go and make sure that the person is treated with the ultimate respect they deserve. We can’t afford to offend someone like that.”

Thomas stood up from his office chair and immediately hurried toward the destination.

VIP Section. Room Seventeen.

Just as Thomas was about to enter the elevator, he met someone and immediately bowed his head ninety degrees.

“Mr. Mike Green, I wasn’t expecting to see you today,” Thomas greeted.

A middle aged-looking man that’s dressed sharply.

He was the owner of the hospital—the Green family’s hospital—and the owner of this particular branch.

“Of course. I only came by to see how things are going,” Mike said as he waved a hand.

“Oh, great. It seems we have a VVIP person today, sir. They made an Exclusive VVIP contract for ten years with our hospital, and I was just about to go see the person,” Thomas explained.

Mike’s expression changed slightly.

“A ten-year Exclusive VVIP contract?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How much did they pay?”

Thomas hesitated for a moment.

“One hundred and twenty million dollars, sir.”

Mike’s hand stopped halfway through the gesture.

“One hundred and twenty million?”

“Yes, sir. Paid upfront.”

For a moment, Mike said nothing.

Even as the owner of the hospital and a member of the Green family, he knew exactly how unusual that amount was for a single patient.

“Who’s the person?” he finally asked. “A president? A general?”

“I don’t know yet, sir. The contract was registered under the name of Zion Blade for the treatment of Emily Carter.”

Mike narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Zion Blade?”

“Yes, sir.”

Thomas nodded.

“I’m not sure who he is, but someone capable of paying one hundred and twenty million dollars upfront for a ten-year Exclusive VVIP contract is certainly not someone we should treat casually.”

Mike nodded in agreement.

“Then I’ll come with you.”

Thomas immediately nodded.

“Of course, sir.”

Just like that, Mike and Thomas headed toward Room Seventeen in the VIP section to meet the hospital’s new Exclusive VVIP client.