Su Chen sat down.
Peng Jian paced back and forth nearby, his clenched fists trembling slightly.
He had thought they were coming here to discuss the surgery, but who would have thought body donation would be brought up in the same breath!
Old Su, you've really gone too far this time, putting plans for after your death on the table while you're still alive!
Peng Jian tried to calm himself down, but he simply couldn't take it.
His mind went blank, and his ears were ringing.
He couldn't quite catch what Su Chen was saying to Doctor Lin; he could only watch as his Adam's apple bobbed nervously up and down.
"Thank you, Doctor Lin. I'll have to trouble you with this matter. If—I mean if the surgery doesn't achieve the expected results, I hope the body donation can proceed in advance!"
"What the hell! Old Su, are you out of your mind? You want people to carve you up while you're still breathing?!"
"Damn it!"
Peng Jian's eyes turned red, and he slammed his fist onto the table!
"Bang!"
The dull thud struck a chord in everyone's heart.
Even Doctor Lin, who was always unflappable, looked at Su Chen in astonishment.
At that moment, the expression on Su Chen's face didn't change at all; it remained as calm as ever.
Not even the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth diminished by half.
Such composure left Doctor Lin marveling.
Having practiced medicine for many years, Lin Yuehai had handled his share of body donation cases.
It was truly his first time seeing someone as calm as Su Chen.
Many people who chose body donation would hesitate, or even back out on the spot.
Yet from the moment he sat down until now, Su Chen's expression hadn't changed once, and he had even taken the initiative to bring up advancing the donation.
"Mr. Su, your benevolence truly knows no bounds!"
Filled with respect, Lin Yuehai bowed deeply to Su Chen right then and there.
"Doctor Lin, please don't do that. This is something I decided on long ago."
Just as Su Chen reached out to help Lin Yuehai up, Peng Jian grabbed Su Chen's arm in a fierce grip!
His voice was hoarse and low.
"Old Su, you've gone too far this time. You're out of your—"
"Peng Jian, I've already thought it through."
Looking straight into Peng Jian's eyes, Su Chen added another instruction: "Keep this matter a secret for me. Don't tell Grandma."
Peng Jian's lips trembled, but no sound came out. He could only frown and nod.
"Mr. Su, would it be possible to postpone the surgery by a day?"
Lin Yuehai's voice carried a scholarly weight, but his gaze was extremely resolute.
Before Su Chen could speak, Lin Yuehai hurriedly explained, "I would like to contact Professor Su Zhenbei in the hospital's name, so I hope Mr. Su can give us some time."
"Professor Su Zhenbei?"
"Yes, Professor Su Zhenbei is a master's supervisor, and his neurosurgery skills are already at an international level."
"Doctor Lin, did you just say... the Blade of Kyoto?"
Peng Jian's voice trembled, and taking advantage of Lin Yuehai's pause, he quickly blurted out the question.
Lin Yuehai nodded.
"Yes, precisely him."
Su Chen's heart tightened.
He had heard of Professor Su Zhenbei. The man's surgical skills were indeed extraordinary, and he held immense authority in the medical community, but he was rumored to have an extremely eccentric temperament and had lived abroad for years.
Even with an invitation extended in the name of Kanghui Hospital, I'm afraid...
"Thank you very much for your kind intentions, Doctor Lin, but I think it's better not to cause trouble for the hospital."
Sensing the hidden meaning behind Su Chen's words, Lin Yuehai immediately waved a hand.
"No, Mr. Su, even if the hope is slim, we have to try."
"That's right, Old Su, maybe that Professor Su will be in a good mood and agree! This is a matter of life and death, we can't be careless!"
Su Chen hadn't held out much hope for this surgery to begin with.
Just as Lin Yuehai had said earlier, a successful surgery would be a miracle.
Since this accursed, wretched life was already like this, how much worse could it get?
Seeing the two of them so persistent, Su Chen didn't press the matter further and tacitly agreed.
Stepping out of the hospital, Su Chen raised his eyes to the sky.
The weather was clear, and a few white clouds drifted across the azure blue sky.
Unidentified birds flew past merrily.
The trail left by an airplane streaked white across the edge of the sky.
This sight... truly beautiful.
Taking a greedy, deep breath, Su Chen turned his head and smiled at Peng Jian.
"See that? Just like an oil painting."
Peng Jian curled his lip, his brows knitted into a tight knot.
You brat still have the mood to look at an oil painting sky?
My heart right now feels like it's being fried in a wok!
"Old Su, do you think that Professor Su will make an exception and come back? After all, you both share the surname Su—you were practically family five hundred years ago! Surely he won't just ignore this?"
Su Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"You can even... pull off a kinship like that?"
"Why not? By the way, don't you have Doctor Lin's contact info? Find a flattering photo and send it over, so Doctor Lin can show it to Professor Su when he makes the request. Who knows, maybe just for the sake of your face..."
"Get lost, don't make me kick you!"
...
After arranging the company's related matters, Lin Shiya still couldn't settle her mind.
Habitually glancing at the clock on the wall, Lin Shiya looked at her phone again.
At this time on a working day, Su Chen would have already started reporting on the progress of various tasks.
And every time Su Chen came in with various reports, Lin Shiya would scold him in a coquettish tone.
"Su Chen, can't you let me rest for a while? I've handed over all the power of the vice president to you, just handle it as you see fit. Don't come bothering me with all those numbers all day long, it's annoying!"
"This is work, it has to be rigorous. Sit down and listen carefully!"
Every time, after Su Chen finished speaking gently, he would pat Lin Shiya's head just like he was coaxing a child.
Next would come the progress reports on various projects.
By the time Su Chen finished reporting, Lin Shiya's heart had already flown off in all directions before flying right back again.
Actually, Lin Shiya understood.
Given Su Chen's intelligence, how could he possibly not see through her little tricks?
He simply chose not to expose them.
Lin Shiya even felt that if she acted spoiled a bit more, Su Chen might just pull a piece of candy out of his pocket to coax her.
Before she knew it, a smile appeared at the corner of Lin Shiya's mouth, and her expression softened considerably.
Then, however, came another heavy sigh.
This time, Su Chen was truly angry.
Her contact info had even been blocked; was he trying to make her reflect on herself seriously?
The two of them had argued before, but never this severely.
Besides, Su Chen had once said that no matter what problems arose between them, they must never let them slide.
If it couldn't be resolved today, it had to be settled by tomorrow without fail.
That way, it wouldn't affect the feelings between them.
A cold war was the absolute worst method.
Yet Su Chen, not only was our problem not resolved that day, but you're also ignoring me now. Is this what you often call the worst possible strategy?
Slowly standing up, Lin Shiya walked thoughtfully toward the stairwell.
Even though she knew Su Chen wouldn't be in his office at this hour, Lin Shiya still wanted to take a look.
She had thought she could put on a casual front, but upon seeing the "Vice President's Office" sign on the door, Lin Shiya's heart felt as though it had been tightly clenched.
The door was ajar.
Inside, there was a faint rustling sound.
Panicking, Lin Shiya pushed the door open, her voice laced with urgency.
"A-Chen, you're b—"
Before she could finish, Lin Shiya froze in place.