Drove to the hospital run by the Medellin Cartel itself.
After a thorough examination, the doctor injected him with a tranquilizer, letting him sleep away.
"How is it?" Carlos Leder hurriedly asked.
"Mr. Pablo's body data is all very poor, and I think his mind is too troubled, making it difficult to rely on external substances to sustain," the doctor remarked, shaking his head.
"What do you mean... no! You must save him, otherwise I'll put you in an oil drum and throw you into the sea!" Carlos Leder exclaimed excitedly, even reaching for his gun, but his close bodyguard John Jairo Villarquez held him back, "Calm down, sir, calm down."
"You go in, tell them they must use any means to sustain Mr. Pablo's life," John shouted to the frightened doctor.
The other party quickly nodded, cold sweat dripping down his back.
Damn...
Treating this bunch of drug traffickers is profitable, but dangerous; at any moment, one's life could be forfeited.
