Chapter 123

C123 – Save His Mother!

“Mr. Su, I’m aware that this item must be incredibly valuable and scarce, so I understand if you choose not to consent...”

President Chen spoke with caution, wary of upsetting Su Ming over the matter.

He had, after all, disclosed the information to Wang Guohui without Su Ming’s approval. If this angered Su Ming, President Chen had no recourse.

Su Ming paused, then let out a chuckle and shook his head.

President Chen was being overly cautious.

To others, this medicine might be priceless, but for Su Ming, it was trivial.

He had an abundance of Body-stretching Pills.

President Chen’s face drained of color as he watched Su Ming shake his head.

Was Su Ming upset?

What could he do now?

“Just give me a moment,” said Su Ming as he stood and entered the house.

President Chen was momentarily taken aback.

Su Ming returned inside, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and dropped an entire Body-stretching Pill into it.

Wang Guohui’s mother was seriously ill, President Chen had mentioned, necessitating a larger supply of the pills.

President Chen’s spirits lifted when he saw Su Ming holding a bottle of mineral water filled with what looked like black ink. He believed in the curative power of this item, having experienced it firsthand.

The Body-stretching Pill’s effects were indeed miraculous.

“Thank you, Mr. Su. I’ll call Wang Guohui immediately. How much are you asking for it?” President Chen asked eagerly.

President Chen stood there, momentarily frozen.

He realized that even if Su Ming were an average Joe, he would have offered the medicine without a second thought.

A typical person would have seized the chance to inflate the price.

Was Su Ming a naive youngster, easily fooled?

Impossible!

Su Ming’s conduct consistently reflected a deep-seated life philosophy.

President Chen inhaled deeply, having thought he understood Mr. Su. He now recognized his error. Su Ming, in his view, had grown even more impressive and deserving of admiration.

“Rest assured, Mr. Su, I’ll take care of the task you’ve entrusted to me.”

With a nod from Su Ming, President Chen wasted no time. He spun on his heel, rushed to his car, fired up the engine, and immediately placed a phone call.

Wang Guohui kept vigil in the VIP ward of the hospital, seated wearily at the entrance to the room. Sleep had eluded him the previous night; his mother’s health was precarious, and she could require emergency care at any moment. As her next of kin, he was tasked with both monitoring her condition and being on standby to sign any necessary documents, leaving no opportunity for rest.

The sound of his ringing phone jolted him into action, and he quickly fished it out. Recognizing the caller ID as President Chen, he involuntarily inhaled sharply. He was aware that the call could carry news, potentially good but equally likely to be bad.

With a deep breath to steady himself, Wang Guohui shakily answered the call. It was rare to witness such a prominent figure gripped by anxiety.

“President Chen,” he greeted, his voice quivering.

President Chen’s response was immediate, his tone conveying an understanding of the tension Wang Guohui felt. “It’s settled, Mr. Wang. Where are you? I’m on my way.”

“Really?!” A spark of hope ignited in Wang Guohui’s eyes as he perked up, his exhaustion vanishing in an instant, his face breaking into a wild grin.

But he realized this was no time for astonishment. He quickly relayed the hospital’s location to President Chen.

“Understood. Just wait a moment. Have someone meet me downstairs; I’m on my way,” President Chen said before ending the call and flooring the gas pedal, racing off.

Wang Guohui rose to his feet and peered out the window at his mother, a surge of determination filling him.

“Mom, I’ve found a way to save you!”