Chapter 121

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 accurate; 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 uncommon to find masters of their craft living in obscurity.

He was convinced that such skilled physicians existed.

The question that plagued him, however, was whether President Chen would be forthcoming 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 well compel 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.New novel chapters are published on

“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 the complications 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 play. Consuming it would restore his health instantly.

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 his company.

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 relaxation and enjoyment. Yet, it was at this very moment that an unforeseen incident occurred.

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 organs compromised, her condition had become difficult to manage.

Age was not on her side, and this serious illness only compounded 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 vigilantly 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 black hair now peppered with gray. Eating and sleeping had become difficult tasks, and he lacked 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 available.

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.