Chapter 1297

Under the watchful gaze of everyone, Ziggy tore off the bandage.

It revealed the dark and foul-smelling ointment covering his wound. It looked rather unpleasant.

"Hey, fetch me a basin of water to clean this wound!" Ziggy pointed at a doctor, who happened to be Caldwell, lurking in the corner.

"M—me?" Caldwell was startled and pointed at himself.

He had been observing from the sidelines, hoping to avoid trouble. In the end, he was still called out.

"Hurry up! Do you expect me to do it myself?" Ziggy glared at him.

"Oh, okay." Caldwell nodded. He dared not to say much and quickly brought a basin of water and a towel.

"Why are you standing there? Clean the wound for me; be gentle. If you hurt me, I'll break your leg!" Ziggy threatened.

Being a ruffian, Ziggy could spot a pushover from a mile away.

Caldwell was nervous as he wet the towel, carefully wiping the wound.

Ziggy smiled mockingly. "Dr. Busch, hurry and prepare the transfer contract."

"Grandpa, you shouldn't have tr