After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

Su Qing didn't answer. She stared at the yellowish ceiling with bloodshot eyes, as if talking to herself, or giving an order.

"Call Attorney Zhang."

"Tell him that no matter how much money is spent, no matter what connections are used, the court hearing next Tuesday must be postponed indefinitely."

"I absolutely cannot let Lin Fan bring his child to court before the company is officially listed."

Standing by the hospital bed, Xiao Li looked at Su Qing's pale face and nodded: "Okay, Ms. Su, I'll go out and make the call right away."

Xiao Li, holding his phone, tiptoed out of the ward and closed the door behind him.

The ward fell silent again, save for the heavy breathing of the patient in the next bed and the monotonous beeping of the medical equipment. Su Qing closed her eyes, her mind a jumbled mess.

A dull pain shot through my forehead in waves, and a faint smell of blood lingered in my nasal cavity.

She raised her hand and rubbed her temples hard, trying to stay awake.

Although HSBC Capital's money was saved, Lin Fan was like a time bomb, ready to shatter her hard work of the past few years at any moment.

She must be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible, return to the company to take charge, and suppress all the uncertainties.

"Click".

The door to the ward was pushed open.

A middle-aged male doctor in a white coat walked in. He was holding a blue folder in his hand.

The doctor walked to Su Qing's bedside, glanced at the bed card on the headboard, and then opened the folder in his hand.

"Su Qing, right?" The doctor put down the folder, took out a small flashlight from his pocket, and bent down. "Come on, open your eyes and look at the light."

Su Qing obediently opened her eyes. The doctor shone a flashlight into her pupils, then took out a stethoscope and listened to her heartbeat for a while.

"Doctor, when can I be discharged?" Su Qing put down her hand and resumed her usual tone.

"I have very urgent business to handle at my company, so I can't stay in the hospital. If it's just high blood pressure, you can prescribe some medication to lower it."

The doctor took off his stethoscope, hung it around his neck, and did not answer her question immediately.

He pulled over a round stool, sat down beside the hospital bed, and looked at Su Qing with a somewhat serious expression.

"Discharged from the hospital? With your current physical condition, you can't go anywhere for the time being."

Su Qing frowned: "I've just been lacking rest lately and I'm too tired. It's not as serious as you say."

"Ms. Su, are you the doctor or am I the doctor?" The male doctor shook his head and opened the folder in his hand.

"While you were in the emergency room, we drew blood for a comprehensive biochemical screening. The report just came back."

"Ms. Su, have you been feeling inexplicably sleepy frequently in the past month or two? Even if you get enough sleep at night, do you still feel lethargic, heavy-handed, and lacking energy during the day?"

Su Qing was taken aback.

She subconsciously recalled her recent state of mind.

Indeed, as the doctor said, she often felt an irresistible drowsiness while in meetings or reading documents, and her head felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

But she always thought it was just normal fatigue caused by the pressure of the company's IPO in the US and the continuous work.

"I am a little sleepy," Su Qing said honestly.

But I drink black coffee every day, five or six cups a day, and I can barely manage. What's wrong with that? Which entrepreneur these days doesn't work late nights and get exhausted?

"This is not just ordinary overwork."

The doctor pulled a lab report from the folder, handed it to Su Qing, and pointed to the row of data marked in red.

"Look at these indicators. We found a rare group of abnormal proteases in your blood. Your neurotransmission and metabolic systems are suffering severe damage."

Su Qing couldn't understand the dense medical symbols, but the words "severe damage" made her heart clench.

"What do you mean?" Su Qing's voice changed slightly.

"Based on your blood test results and clinical presentation, you have a very rare condition."

The doctor spoke calmly and explained the condition to her in detail.

"This disease has an insidious onset, and the early symptoms are the extreme drowsiness and fatigue you mentioned. You use large amounts of caffeine to stimulate your nerves, and on the surface you seem to be getting through it, but in reality you are just overdrawing your body's last reserves."

The doctor paused, his expression growing increasingly grave.

"Tonight's sudden nosebleed and fainting are your body's final warnings. Your metabolic system can't handle it anymore. If you don't get hospitalized immediately, it could lead to irreversible organ failure. And in more serious cases..."

"What if it gets worse?" Su Qing's fingers unconsciously gripped the bed sheet beneath her.

"You'll fall into a long-term deep coma," the doctor said, looking at her and stating the worst possible outcome. "In layman's terms, you'll become a vegetable."

The ward seemed to fall silent all of a sudden.

Su Qing stared intently at the doctor's face, trying to find a trace of a joke in his expression.

But the doctor's eyes held nothing but seriousness.

vegetable?

Su Qing's mind went blank for a moment.

She's about to ring the bell at NASDAQ; she's about to become the CEO of a listed company worth billions.

She sacrificed her marriage for this day, even neglecting her daughter's high fever.

Now the doctor told her that she could become a bedridden, unconscious vegetable at any time.

"Doctor, don't scare me." Su Qing tried to remain calm.

"I'm the boss of the Su Group, I'm not short of money. Use the best drugs, imported targeted therapies, or whatever surgery you need, cost is not an issue."

She looked at the doctor, her tone as assertive as ever: "I'll pay any price as long as it can be cured."

Upon hearing this, the doctor sighed and shook his head.

"Ms. Su, this isn't about money at all. Even if you bought the entire hospital, it wouldn't make a difference."

The doctor put the test results back into the folder, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"This rare disease is still in the pathological exploration stage in the global medical community."

"We don't have a specific cure or a mature targeted therapy. At this stage, all we can do is provide conservative treatment, such as intravenous nutrition and neurotrophic agents, to try to slow down the progression of the disease."

"Conservative treatment? Slow down the process?" Su Qing's voice rose uncontrollably.

"You mean I'm incurable and can only wait to die? I'm supposed to go to the US to ring the bell in a month, and you want me to lie in the hospital on IV fluids?"

That confidence in being in control of everything crumbled instantly in the face of an irresistible terminal illness.

But her instincts honed through years of battling in the business world allowed her to maintain a sharp edge even in the midst of the chaos.

Su Qing stared intently at the doctor, her mind racing.

"That's not right." Su Qing frowned deeply, pointing to the folder in the doctor's hand.