C121 – Please Help Me!


    The idea that this news might be believed by only a few might seem far-fetched, yet Wang Guohui was confident that the information he received was urate; he knew the hospital doctors wouldn’t dare deceive him.


    Still, Wang Guohui harbored some concerns.


    Indeed, anything capable of curing his illness outright couldn’t possibly be trivial.


    Wang Guohui was a man of the world, well-versed and well-traveled. Despite the seemingly fantastical nature of the situation, he was not taken aback. In a country as vast as this, it was not umon to find masters of their craft living in obscurity.


    He was convinced that such skilled physicians existed.


    The question that gued him, however, was whether President Chen would be forting about the nature of this cure. If President Chen was willing to divulge the details, all would be well. But if he chose to remain silent, Wang Guohui couldn’t very wellpel him.


    Truth be told, Wang Guohui was rather displeased. In his eyes, President Chen’s status was insignificant, and yet here he was, needing to seek his assistance.


    “President Chen, could you please tell me? This matter is of great importance to me,” Wang Guohui implored, his voice weary.


    President Chen paused, momentarily taken aback. The credit for his recovery, after all, belonged to Mr. Su.


    But President Chen was puzzled. It was just a cold. Wang Guohui was usually so protective of his health. Surely a cold wouldn’t warrant such urgency to warrant a phone call.


    “Mr. Wang, have you caught a cold as well? Surely it’s not that grave? If it’s just a cold, a good rest at the hospital should suffice, shouldn’t it? I’m not unwilling to share, but I fear the influential individual involved might not consent. Besides, you understand theplications that could arise if word of this were to spread.”


    President Chen spoke with measured caution. This remedy was Su Ming’s secret, and he couldn’t risk causing him any trouble.


    Initially, Wang Guohui hadn’t held out much hope, but President Chen’s words filled him with certainty and joy. Clearly, there was indeed something miraculous at y. Consuming it would restore his health instantly.


    Had President Chen imed robust health or attributed his recovery to an injection, Wang Guohui would have been left without recourse.


    But now, there was hope!


    Wang Guohui found President Chen’s cautious tone to be perfectly understandable. After all, since President Chen had received the item from someone else, it was clear that the individual would prefer to remain anonymous and avoid anyplications.


    “President Chen, allow me to exin the situation,” Wang Guohui said.


    He proceeded to share the entire backstory with President Chen.


    The reason Wang Guohui had personally reached out to President Chen was solely for the sake of his mother.


    In his twenties, Wang Guohui joined apany and worked his way up from a junior position to general manager. Eventually, he acquired thepany and founded a Trade Company.


    He had single-handedly transformed a modest trading business into a major multinational enterprise.


    With tens of thousands of employees and substantial assets, he owned severalrge ships, each worth hundreds of millions.


    Wang Guohui’s intellect and foresight were truly exceptional.


    Even after amassing wealth, Wang Guohui preserved severalmendable qualities.


    First and foremost, he treated his employees well, offering them generous sries and benefits.


    Employees received overtime pay without fail, and female staff were entitled to paid maternity leave.


    Single, young employees had the option to reside inpany apartments, which they could purchase at a significantly reduced cost upon deciding to marry.


    Wang Guohui was a man of integrity. His critiques were always fair and issue-focused, never resorting to personal attacks.


    His staff held him in high regard, recognizing the privilege of working for such an esteemed leader.


    Above all, despite his affluence, Wang Guohui remained deeply devoted to his family.


    In his early twenties, when his father passed away, Wang Guohui was just embarking on his entrepreneurial journey. His mother sold their family home and moved to be by his side, managing his affairs and maintaining the cleanliness of hispany.


    She even took on a job as a nanny to financially support Wang Guohui’s burgeoning career.


    Now, at over seventy years old, Wang Guohui’s mother had reached an age for rxation and enjoyment. Yet, it was at this very moment that an unforeseen incident urred.


    Wang Guohui felt utterly helpless. Despite his wealth and high status, which allowed him to hire numerous doctors, his mother’s illness weighed heavily on him.


    Recently, she had taken ill, but it was merely a cold, nothing serious. Yet, out of fear that Guohui would worry, she sought treatment at a local clinic. Tragically, she encountered a quack doctor, and now, with her lungs infected and multiple organspromised, her condition had be difficult to manage.


    Age was not on her side, and this serious illness onlypounded her frailty. The doctors warned that surgery posed a high risk of death on the operating table and wasn’t the best course of action. Her weakened state also meant she couldn’t handle a heavy dose of antibiotics.


    She now resided in the ICU, with a team of top doctors vigntly attending to her around the clock. Despite their efforts, her health continued to decline, her life hanging by a thread, sustained only by medication.


    The ordeal had taken its toll on Guohui. He had visibly aged, his once ck hair now peppered with gray. Eating and sleeping had be difficult tasks, and hecked the energy to tend to his business affairs.


    He consulted numerous physicians, both traditional Chinese and Western, but after examining his mother, they all felt helpless. Under normal circumstances, they might have attempted surgery, but no better options were avable.


    However, the patient was Wang Guohui’s mother. The doctors could not shoulder the responsibility if she were to die on the operating table.


    Even his mother urged him, “You’ve been working too hard. I’ve lived over seventy years and enjoyed my life. It’s okay, let me go.”


    It wasn’t that she no longer wished to live or be by Guohui’s side; she simply couldn’t bear to see her son so worn out.