According to this report, all of Mark Su’s heart data is completely normal—totally unlike what you’d expect from a heart disease patient.
“Dr. Xie, so… can I be discharged?” Seeing Dr. Ethan Xie frown, Mark Su couldn’t help but ask nervously.
Dr. Ethan Xie said gravely, “Sorry, Mr. Su, there’s a problem with this test report. Would you mind if we ran the test again?”
“No problem at all.” Mark Su agreed readily.
Another twenty minutes quickly passed.
Dr. Ethan Xie received the test report again, but as he looked at the data, his frown deepened—the numbers were exactly the same as last time.
To avoid any mistakes like last time, he personally supervised the entire second test.
If the equipment wasn’t faulty, there was only one possibility: Mark Su’s heart disease had been cured.
“Dr. Xie, is there a problem?” Seeing Dr. Ethan Xie’s serious expression, Mark Su got nervous, even worrying that his heart disease had gotten worse.
After sorting out his thoughts, Dr. Ethan Xie carefully said, “Don’t misunderstand, Mr. Su. According to both test reports, your heart is perfectly normal—in fact, the numbers are even stronger than a typical healthy person’s.”
Mark Su was stunned for a moment, then broke into a delighted grin. “Dr. Xie, are you saying my heart disease is cured?”
“If the test report isn’t wrong, then yes.” Dr. Ethan Xie replied, “But to be absolutely sure, I’d like to ask you to wait a few more hours before discharge. I’ll have the equipment thoroughly checked…”
But Mark Su waved his hand. “Dr. Xie, I really don’t think that’s necessary. I feel like my heart disease is truly gone—honestly, I’ve never felt this good before. My whole body is full of energy, it’s like I’m years younger!”
“But Mr. Su—”
Mark Su interrupted Dr. Ethan Xie again. “I appreciate your concern, Dr. Xie, but I know my own body. Please just issue the discharge paperwork for me now!”
A severe heart disease patient suddenly recovering out of nowhere—this was just too miraculous. If he couldn’t figure out what happened, Dr. Ethan Xie felt he might not sleep for three days straight. So he pleaded, “Mr. Su, please help me out here. Let’s run one more test. If the results show you’re truly fine, I’ll issue your discharge papers immediately!”
With things at this point, Mark Su couldn’t refuse anymore and had to agree.
To check if the equipment was faulty, Dr. Ethan Xie immediately arranged for three other heart disease patients to be tested.
Soon, the test results came out. Comparing the data for these three patients with their previous records, he could confirm the equipment was working fine—which indirectly proved both of Mark Su’s test results were real and valid.
But just yesterday, he’d run tests on Mark Su that showed he was a severe heart disease patient. How could he be cured in only one day? Was there really such a thing as miracles in this world?
With no breakthrough from the test data, Dr. Ethan Xie could only try to get answers from Mark Su himself. “Mr. Su, think back—did you eat anything unusual yesterday, or did anything special happen?”
“Something unusual? I don’t think so!” Mark Su shook his head. “As for anything special happening, I don’t recall anything either.”
“Old Su, could it be because young Song gave you that massage?” Helen Tang suggested hesitantly from the side.
“How could that be? You think a massage can cure heart disease? Isn’t that ridiculous…!” But as he spoke, Mark Su started to doubt himself—after all, he’d fallen asleep while Ian Song was massaging him, and when he woke up, he felt completely refreshed and his heart disease was gone.
“Mr. Su, what’s this about a massage?” Dr. Ethan Xie felt like he was finally onto something.
There was nothing to hide, so Mark Su explained in detail: “Oh, it’s like this—yesterday my daughter brought a friend to see me. He said he knew massage, so he gave me one, said it might help with my condition…”
As Mark Su’s attending physician, Dr. Ethan Xie knew his case well—not only did he have heart disease, but also insomnia. Yet after just one massage from that young man, he slept for a full fifteen hours.
In other words, even if the massage didn’t cure his heart disease, it clearly worked for his insomnia.
“By the way, Mr. Su, can you get in touch with that young Song who gave you the massage?”
“He’s my daughter’s friend. I’ll call and ask.”
After speaking with Mira Su, Mark Su told Dr. Ethan Xie, “Sorry, Dr. Xie—young Song isn’t a local. He’s already flown out of Flame City.”
Hearing that Ian Song was no longer in the capital, Dr. Ethan Xie was still unwilling to give up—he wanted Mark Su to give him Ian’s phone number, but Mark refused.
Left with no choice, Dr. Ethan Xie could only help Mark Su complete the discharge procedures.
When she heard her father was being discharged, Mira Su hurried to the hospital. Upon learning that Mark Su’s heart disease was cured, she was both thrilled and surprised—especially after hearing her mother’s vivid retelling of Dr. Xie’s astonished reaction. Mira couldn’t help but wonder: “Could it really be a coincidence? He gave my dad a massage, and suddenly my dad’s cured. Did he actually heal him?”
She wanted to call that little rascal to confirm, but just as she took out her phone, she put it away again—remembering that he was probably still on the plane.
Mother and daughter packed up their things and left the hospital together.
Just as they exited the hospital, a black sedan pulled up in front of them. Darren Yang stepped out of the car.
The moment they saw Darren Yang, both Mark Su and Mira Su’s expressions changed dramatically. This was the man who had suddenly pulled his funding, forcing their company’s project to a halt and nearly bankrupting them. Yet Darren Yang was a powerful figure, so their feelings were complicated—worried, cautious, and unsure why he’d appeared here now.
“Haha, I heard Mr. Su was discharged, so I came to visit. You look much better than before—congratulations!” Darren Yang strode forward and warmly shook Mark Su’s hand.
Mark Su had no idea what Darren Yang was really up to, so he responded cautiously: “May I ask what brings you here, Mr. Yang?”
“Alas!” Darren Yang suddenly sighed, looking deeply regretful. “Mr. Su, I came today specifically to apologize. My company ran into trouble a while back and I had to pull our funds, which caused you so much difficulty. If I’d known, I never would have withdrawn—even if it put my own company at risk! So I’m here hoping for your forgiveness. My company’s situation is resolved now and funds are plentiful. If you’re willing, I can offer your company a ten-billion-yuan interest-free loan!”
“What? An apology? A ten-billion interest-free loan?” Mark Su thought he must be hearing things. The atmosphere froze for a moment before he cautiously asked, “Mr. Yang, you’re not joking, are you?”
“Ha, how could I joke with you, Mr. Su? If you don’t believe me, I’ll write you a ten-billion-yuan check right now!” Darren Yang seemed a bit annoyed. After Harvey Yuan’s warning last night, he’d started investigating the Su family.
He hadn’t expected his investigation to turn up anything, but what he found scared him half to death. From his deductions, it seemed Mark Su’s daughter had gotten close to a member of the Zhao Family.
And what kind of background does the Zhao Family have?
They’re one of the top ten families. Only someone from the Zhao Family could get Harvey Yuan to deliver a message personally. To most people, the Yangs are a powerful clan, but in the eyes of the Zhaos, the Yangs are nothing but ants to be crushed at will.
Because of this, he hadn’t slept all night. When he heard Mark Su was about to be discharged, he rushed over to make amends.
Seeing that Darren Yang wasn’t joking, both Mark Su and Mira Su were stunned. Why had Darren Yang’s attitude changed so drastically? They were completely baffled.