C114 – He Was Extrely Excited!
The senior doctors at the hospital huddled together, each one as baffled as the next, their faces a picture of utter bewildernt.
President Chen’s role in the hospital’s establishnt was indispensable. The director himself had insisted on summoning the hospital’s finest doctor for President Chen’s consultation.
Many doctors had hurried from their hos to the hospital, yet upon reviewing the examination results, each was left utterly dumbstruck.
These were seasoned physicians, their hair silvered with experience, facing a scenario like none before.
The pulmonologists had detected a minor infection in President Chen’s lungs earlier that afternoon. Typically, one would expect the symptoms to worsen before gradually subsiding, possibly leaving behind negligible aftereffects.
But now, President Chen’s symptoms had vanished, his respiratory system in exceptional health.
The ophthalmologists were perhaps the most perplexed. They had prescribed President Chen’s glasses, yet now his vision had inexplicably improved to optimal levels.
Unable to contain their curiosity, they whisked President Chen away for a brain CT scan, only to discover his brain teeming with the vigor and vitality of youth—a dical marvel!
Brain cells, once thought irreparable, defied expectations in President Chen’s case.
He reported enhanced hearing and vision, improved mory—it was as if he had reverted to the pri of his twenties.
“How can this be?”
“President Chen, what exactly happened?”
“Did you consu sothing extraordinary?”
“Could the equipnt be faulty?” The white-haired doctors, after much puzzlent, ventured their questions with caution.
Wang stood to the side, mouth shut, head bowed, saying nothing. Mystery was of the essence.
True to form, President Chen offered no explanation, rely a serene smile. “Doctors, my health is satisfactory, wouldn’t you agree? Surely, I’m fit for discharge?”
“Yes!”
Even the deputy director was at a loss.
Frankly, were it not for the man’s identity as President Chen, they might have been tempted to detain him for a thorough examination to unravel the mystery.
An ordinary individual would have been subjected to a battery of tests by now, but President Chen was not soone they could simply compel.
Arriving by ambulance, President Chen had appeared listless. Yet within a re day, he erged from the hospital, the epito of rejuvenation and vigor.
He suddenly felt invigorated, believing he could work until he was 80, 90, or even retire at 100 without issue!
“Wang, make sure to round up a few people later to pack up these supplents and deliver them to my house.”
“Understood!”
President Chen drove straight to the city center. As he was about to step out of his car, he glanced at the ti—it was already past ten in the evening.
Su Ming was likely asleep.
It wouldn’t be right to disturb him at this hour.
After a mont’s consideration, President Chen decided he must pay Su Ming a personal visit the next day.
“I’m amazed Mr. Su still rembers ; this dicine is certainly extraordinary.”
“Mr. Su, you’re aware that my dealings with you were initially just for financial gain, but I never imagined you’d not only welco but also consider a friend.”
“Rest assured, Mr. Su, from this point forward, I will loyally follow you and dedicate myself to your service.”
Moved to the brink of tears, President Chen sat in his car, overwheld with emotion.
He had no doubts about the dicine’s integrity.
There are many wonders hidden among the folk—perhaps those fabled traditional Chinese dicines aren’t just myths.
It’s quite possible that Su Ming has co into possession of sothing truly valuable.
A treasure of imasurable worth.
And yet, Su Ming was willing to share it with President Chen.
“Mr. Su, why are you so kind to ? I am utterly humbled.”
“Previously, when you deposited several hundred million in my bank and sold so bamboo shoots, I admit I felt slighted, though I never let it show.”
“Now, I realize how petty I was. Even if you hadn’t deposited a penny, the privilege of calling you a friend is an honor in itself.”
Su Ming had nonchalantly stacked what President Chen regarded as a miraculous dicine in a corner.
It was in abundant supply.
With just one planting, he could harvest plenty of this substance.
Truth be told, Su Ming hadn’t anticipated such impressive results. His only intention was for President Chen to recover quickly, especially since President Chen had been quite helpful to him.
The most crucial detail was that Su Ming had only filled the bottle halfway.
He harbored so concerns that if the dicine’s effects were too astounding, it could cause an uproar. Little did he expect that even half the dosage would prove so effective.
After lingering at the door for quite so ti, President Chen finally started his car and left.
He had to arrive early the next morning to properly express his gratitude to Su Ming.
He couldn’t possibly show up empty-handed, yet given Mr. Su’s esteed position, lavish gifts like expensive jewelry would be inappropriate.
Upon returning ho, President Chen found his family sound asleep. Energized and wide awake, he had no desire to go to bed. Instead, he sat on the sofa, deep in thought about the perfect gift for Su Ming.
Before he knew it, daylight broke.
With a sigh, President Chen headed to the bathroom for a quick freshening up. By then, his wife had also awakened.
Despite the early hour, not yet five in the morning, she rose to prepare breakfast for President Chen.
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