C121 – Please Help !
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 so 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 ? This matter is of great importance to ,” Wang Guohui implored, his voice weary.
President Chen paused, montarily 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 the complications that could arise if word of this were to spread.”
President Chen spoke with asured caution. This redy 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 sothing miraculous at play. Consuming it would restore his health instantly.
Had President Chen claid 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 soone else, it was clear that the individual would prefer to remain anonymous and avoid any complications.
“President Chen, allow to explain 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 a company and worked his way up from a junior position to general manager. Eventually, he acquired the company and founded a Trade Company.
He had single-handedly transford a modest trading business into a major multinational enterprise.
With tens of thousands of employees and substantial assets, he owned several large ships, each worth hundreds of millions.
Wang Guohui’s intellect and foresight were truly exceptional.
Even after amassing wealth, Wang Guohui preserved several comndable qualities.
First and foremost, he treated his employees well, offering them generous salaries and benefits.
Employees received overti pay without fail, and female staff were entitled to paid maternity leave.
Single, young employees had the option to reside in company apartnts, 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 esteed 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 ho 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 enjoynt. Yet, it was at this very mont that an unforeseen incident occurred.
Wang Guohui felt utterly helpless. Despite his wealth and high status, which allowed him to hire nurous doctors, his mother’s illness weighed heavily on him.
Recently, she had taken ill, but it was rely a cold, nothing serious. Yet, out of fear that Guohui would worry, she sought treatnt at a local clinic. Tragically, she encountered a quack doctor, and now, with her lungs infected and multiple organs compromised, her condition had beco 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 ant 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 dication.
The ordeal had taken its toll on Guohui. He had visibly aged, his once black hair now peppered with gray. Eating and sleeping had beco difficult tasks, and he lacked the energy to tend to his business affairs.
He consulted nurous 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 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.
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