Su Yan drove to a park on the outskirts of Yunhai. It was a well-known spot, nestled between mountains and water, with a beautiful landscape. At the foot of the mountains sat a sanatorium, specifically built for retired officials. After their daily meals, residents would take strolls by the lake or hike the mountains, enjoying a leisurely life. Su Yan had come here after receiving a call from Zhao Yongan, intending to treat an elderly man.
The old man was Zhao Yongan’s mentor and benefactor. Back when they had fought in the Southern Frontier, they had clashed with the locals. To save Zhao Yongan, the old man had been shot in the leg, and the fall that followed had twisted his neck. He had broken three vertebrae, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down. For years, he had been bedridden, cared for by nursing staff, his quality of life dwindling. Zhao Yongan’s request was simple: he wanted to know if the old man’s health could be improved so he might pass away with some dignity in his final moments. The old man had recently been diagnosed with cancer and did not have much time left. Su Yan held a special respect for these veterans who had served on the front lines, and given Zhao Yongan’s plea, he had driven over without hesitation.
When he arrived at the gates of the sanatorium, he was blocked by soldiers on guard duty. This was a restricted area; no one was allowed in without an invitation from someone inside. Su Yan understood—they were just doing their jobs—so he stayed …
Chapter 102