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

"We just used our internal connections to check the anonymized records of the city's medical system. It's true."

"If what the doctor at the First Municipal Hospital said is true, that patient really did completely repair his metabolic system by eating an unknown food..."

"Mr. Su, finding the source of that food might be your only chance of survival right now."

After saying that, Director Chen led the nurse out of the VIP ward.

The ward fell into a deathly silence.

The lavender scent that was originally meant to soothe and help with sleep now smelled so pungent and nauseating to Su Qing.

Su Qing lay on the hospital bed, her eyes fixed on the white ceiling above her head.

The IV needle on the back of her hand was ice-cold, and the transparent nutrient solution dripped into her veins, one drop at a time, through the tubing.

To her, the sound was like the ticking of a clock counting down to her life.

She's only in her early thirties, the prime of her career.

In less than a month, she will fly to NASDAQ across the ocean to ring the bell for the listing of the Su Group.

At that time, she will be Jiangcheng's true billionaire female CEO, the most central focus at all the celebrity banquets.

We were almost at the top of the pyramid.

But now, a single lab report has shattered all her hard work over the past few years.

If she really becomes a living dead person lying in bed, needing a ventilator to breathe, then what is the point of everything she did before?

"No... I can't die..."

Su Qing's lips trembled violently, and unconscious murmurs escaped her throat.

She turned her head sharply, her bloodshot eyes fixed on her assistant, Xiao Li, who was standing to the side.

"Little Li."

"Mr. Su, I'm here." Xiao Li quickly stepped forward and approached the bedside.

"Stop all your work right now and do one thing immediately. At all costs, get me checked out at the First People's Hospital of the city!"

Su Qing's fingers gripped the cotton sheets beneath her so tightly that her nails almost broke off in her palms.

"Go find out who that patient they previously diagnosed with 'neurometabolic dysplasia syndrome'!"

"I need to know his name and where he lives. Find out for me!"

Xiao Li was stunned, and a chill ran down his spine.

She had been working alongside Su Qing for several years and was used to handling various business mergers and acquisitions and public relations crises.

But this was the first time she had ever encountered a task that sounded like metaphysics, requiring her to investigate the hospital's history in order to find a bowl of food.

"President Su, is it possible to find out this?" Xiao Li swallowed, somewhat embarrassed.

"The hospital is very strict in protecting patient privacy; medical records are encrypted, and doctors and nurses would never disclose them casually..."

"If the doctor won't tell you, go find the nurses! If the nurses won't tell you, go find the caregiver! Go find the records administrator!"

Su Qing grabbed Xiao Li's wrist, her fingers gripping it like iron clamps, her eyes almost manic.

"Just throw money at it! If you don't ask for 100,000, I'll give you 500,000; if you don't ask for 500,000, I'll give you a million!"

"As long as you can get the patient's contact information, or the source of that bowl of food, you can spend the money as you like! I'll take responsibility for anything that happens! Understand?"

This was her only lifeline. If she could find that person, and if the money was right, she could buy her life back.

Seeing the fervent, reckless look in Su Qing's eyes, Xiao Li knew that saying anything now would be pointless. She nodded vigorously.

"Understood, Mr. Su. I'll take care of it right away."

Xiao Li broke free from Su Qing's hand, grabbed her handbag from the sofa, and hurriedly ran out of the VIP ward.

The ward fell silent once again.

Su Qing stared intently in the direction where Xiao Li had disappeared, and the resentment in her heart surged up again.

She took her phone from beside her pillow, pulled up her contacts, hesitated for a long time, and then dialed a number.

The phone rang for more than ten seconds before it was answered.

"Hey... Is this your cousin? I'm Su Qing."

……

At the same time.

Jiangcheng, Phoenix Golden Street. Lin Family Shop.

The bedroom was warm. Winter sunlight streamed through the glass window and fell on the small bed.

Tuantuan was lying in bed, diligently coloring in a picture book.

He handed her the water glass: "Here, Tuantuan, have some water to soothe your throat."

Tuantuan obediently drank two sips from the cup, then hugged Lin Fan's arm and rubbed her little face against his sleeve.

"Dad, you promised me this morning!" Tuantuan looked up, her eyes sparkling. "You said that if I got better, you would cut potato shreds for me. I'm better now!"

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

This little girl, her fever had just subsided, but she was still preoccupied with things in the kitchen.

"Okay, Dad will definitely keep his promise."

Lin Fan stood up, took a thick children's down vest, wrapped Tuantuan up tightly, zipped it up, then bent down and picked her up with one hand.

"Walk."

In the lobby on the first floor, Su Xiaoxiao was wiping the table with a rag.

The store was closed today, and there were no customers; the lobby felt very empty.

Seeing Lin Fan carrying Tuantuan down, Su Xiaoxiao quickly put down what she was doing.

"Oh dear, why did you get down, little one?" Su Xiaoxiao quickly stood up.

"She insists on watching me chop vegetables," Lin Fan said, turning to Su Xiaoxiao. "Can you keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't move around and fall?"

"Don't worry, Brother Lin, I'll protect her." Su Xiaoxiao moved a tall wooden chair with a backrest to the side of the aisle where the open kitchen could be seen, and then carried Tuantuan onto it.

She stood behind Tuantuan, her arms loosely wrapped around the little girl's waist.

Lin Fan turned around and walked into the open kitchen to wash his hands.

He picked out two fist-sized, smooth-skinned yellow potatoes from the storage basket.

Lin Fan picked up the peeler and twisted his wrist slightly. The potato peel, like a continuous yellowish-brown ribbon, fell down the sink.

In less than ten seconds, the two potatoes were peeled clean.

Lin Fan placed the potatoes on the large wooden cutting board and took out a cleaver from the knife rack.

"Tuantuan, watch carefully." Lin Fan looked up at his daughter.

Tuantuan immediately sat up straight, her little hands gripping the glass countertop of the open kitchen, her eyes wide open.

Lin Fan withdrew his gaze and pressed his wrist down.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap..."

A series of rapid and rhythmic chopping sounds echoed from the kitchen.

With a swift stroke of his knife, Lin Fan transformed the once round potato into perfectly thin slices.

Each piece is so thin that light can pass through it, and it adheres tightly to the blade.

Then, he gently pushed the potato slices with the back of his hand, arranging them neatly into a slope.

With his left hand, his fingers slightly curled, he held the potato slice against the ground potato, while his right hand gripped the knife.

"Tap tap tap tap tap tap—"

The blade's speed increased instantly, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

Su Xiaoxiao sat beside her, watching so intently that she forgot to blink.

She had seen Lin Fan prepare dishes before, but this was the first time she had ever seen him use such unreserved knife skills.