C113 – Miraculous dicine!
President Chen downed the drink without a second thought.
The chilly concoction slid down his throat—a tad bitter with a hint of sweetness.
The warmth spread from his lower abdon, radiating energy in every direction.
Almost instantly, President Chen felt a wave of relief wash over him.
He yanked out the IV, slipped on his shoes, and paced the floor.
His cold had vanished, and the headache was gone.
Bouncing twice in place, President Chen was brimming with excitent.
He was on the verge of shouting when Wang watched, utterly taken aback by the display.
“This dicine is incredible!”
Wang suspected an act, but with Mr. Su absent, he doubted President Chen had any reason for theatrics.
“I feel amazing!”
Catching sight of the bottle in Wang’s grasp, President Chen downed the remaining dicine in one go.
Wang’s jaw dropped.
Had President Chen lost his mind?
After finishing the dicine, President Chen wiped his mouth and felt a rush of well-being.
Wang asked, concern lacing his words, “President Chen, are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m perfectly fine.”
With a hearty laugh, President Chen bood, “I’ll have you know, I feel fantastic. You thought you brought poison? What’s in this bottle is traditional Chinese dicine. It’s completely healed .”
“Mr. Su is remarkable. Others just send expensive tonics, but Mr. Su’s gift actually cured my ailnt.”
President Chen was in top form.
Wang was speechless, his mind filled with regret. Had he known the dicine’s potency, he would’ve taken a sip himself.
A little wouldn’t be missed by President Chen, he reasoned.
As President Chen continued his jubilant strides across the room, his eyes bulged, and his body shook.
He let out a piercing scream of agony and collapsed, writhing on the floor.
“The dicine’s poisoned!”
Wang bolted to summon the doctor and nurse.
But in a heartbeat, President Chen was on his feet again.
Unable to contain himself, he exclaid, “Fantastic!”
Wang, fraught with anxiety, pressed, “President Chen, what in the world is going on?”
“It can’t be!”
“Are you sure you’re okay? Should I get the doctor?”
President Chen blinked and declared, “My nearsightedness is gone.”
Wang stood up abruptly, his shock palpable.
“These damp days have been torturing my leg with rheumatic pain, but now, it’s gone.”
“In my youth, working in the countryside left with a back injury, yet now, I’m pain-free.”
“But the real miracle is my severe stomach condition. I used to be unable to eat anything, but suddenly, I feel like I can eat everything!”
Back when President Chen was younger, there was an exceptional traditional Chinese dicine practitioner in the village. Those with colds would drink his concoction and feel a chill descend from their heads, seeping through their bodies until they were cured.
This man was a genuine TCM doctor, and his potent herbs were handpicked from the mountains.
Incredibly, after taking this particular redy, President Chen’s longstanding ailnts were healed.
His rheumatism, stomach issues, and lumbar strain vanished.
Even more astonishing, nurous other hidden ailnts disappeared. He removed his glasses and saw the world with crystal clarity—sharper than with his lenses!
“Wang, give it to straight. Did Mr. Su say anything else when he handed you this?”
President Chen seized Wang, eager for answers.
Wang, still dazed, blinked and racked his brain.
“Mr. Su didn’t say much. He simply instructed you to drink it.”
President Chen burst into hearty laughter. “I knew it! Mr. Su never ceases to amaze.”
“Look at ! I was in such poor health, but after this drink, I’ve been transford. I feel like I’ve gained another 50 years!”
Overjoyed, President Chen knew well that a severe cold alone could take a week to overco.
Yet his cold had vanished instantly after the dicine, and with it, all his hidden health issues.
“It’s nothing short of a divine gift. Mr. Su, you’re my guiding light from now on.”
Wang stood there, utterly bewildered. President Chen’s transformation seed genuine, especially remarkable given his long history of severe nearsightedness.
Now, having cast aside his glasses, his eyes were astonishingly clear.
“President Chen, please, take a mont. Should I go and fetch a doctor to check on you?”
“You’re right, we need to get the doctor here, fast.”
Soon enough, the doctor and nurses arrived to examine President Chen.
“Have all your symptoms really vanished?”
“Your lumbar muscle strain is gone.”
“My goodness, your eyesight is in perfect condition!”
“Even the minor kidney stones you had before are no longer there,” Wang Yao noted.
“That’s impossible,” Mr. Su exclaid in disbelief.
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