Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

When little Arendt heard that Su Wanqing was the attending physician, his eyes lit up.

He stepped forward and hurriedly said in broken but clear Chinese:

"Oh, please wait a moment! This is really urgent. I know you're going to a place that's been flooded, and the situation is terrible. I can donate another large batch of supplies to you, but could I go with you? I want to ask the doctor for more details and also talk to these two patients..."

When Secretary Zhou heard that someone wanted to donate something, he hesitated for a moment, but thinking of Comrade Su Wanqing's personal safety, he shook his head and said, "You should stay in Beijing for now. We can talk about it in detail when we get back."

Young Arendt panicked: "But I can't wait any longer! My father—the head of the Arendt family—is in critical condition, on a ventilator, and the doctors say he might not make it at any moment. I know it's abrupt to ask to board the plane with you, but please believe my sincerity; I have a reason why he must live!"

Su Wanqing raised her eyebrows and looked over here with great interest. She felt like there was some juicy gossip to come.

really--

Arendt paused, as if he had made up his mind.

"Logically speaking, as his eldest son, I was hoping the old man would pass away soon. But he was just too troublesome. Even when he was so sick, his illegitimate children kept popping up one after another. Several stepmothers took turns whispering in his ear at his bedside. His will was changed again and again, and a lot of his assets ended up in the hands of those brothers of dubious origin."

Su Wanqing nodded. Oh, that's the usual practice in wealthy families.

"But these all originally belonged to my mother." His voice was filled with resentment. "My mother was the only daughter of a European mining tycoon. She brought with her the best assets and dowry of the entire mining family to marry my penniless father."

She thought love could put food on the table, but after her father consolidated his power, he plotted to kill her, claiming she died of illness. Even her remains were hastily cremated, and he swallowed up all the mining shares and dowry her mother had brought with her. Those women and illegitimate children are now taking over, even trying to divide up the shares my mother left behind.

Gu Mingyuan listened with curiosity, and then said that he had heard that a mining tycoon had contracted a rare disease and used a special drug, and that was this person.

Those present listened intently, no longer in a hurry to leave.

"So I know better than anyone—the old man can't die yet. At least until I completely regain control of the family and kick those bastards out one by one, he must live." Little Arendt raised his head, a ruthless glint in his blue eyes. "The doctor has issued three critical condition notices; I can't wait any longer. This doctor is my last hope. My father must live now, and I'll do anything for it!"

He then went on to reveal some inside stories and scandals, mostly about how his father deceived his mother while secretly keeping many mistresses.

After finishing his statement hastily, he immediately increased his bet:

"I know you're most in need of food, so I'm donating 100 tons of beef! No, 500 tons! All of it will be airlifted from the United States and will take off today! That's 500 tons of beef, worth millions of dollars! I only have one request: please allow me and my medical team to accompany you so we can have a detailed discussion with this doctor about my father's condition and prolong his life!"

He didn't say "save," he only said "delay."

Secretary Zhou opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Su Wanqing's mind was already racing.

After we finish eating the melon, we can also help save the person.

For no other reason than five hundred tons of beef, which is not easy to obtain in China. She was worried about where to get a batch of meat so that she could upgrade it tenfold and open two new blind boxes to give the people in the disaster area a change of taste.

It's like someone bringing you a pillow when you're sleepy.

Moreover... perhaps she could change her plans to go to the United States, perhaps with the help of this mining heir?

She acted decisively, stepping forward and saying, "Secretary Zhou, since our international friends are willing to donate so many urgently needed supplies, they are not outsiders. Let them go with us. These are exactly what the disaster area needs most right now. Let's all work together; every extra person helps."

By the way, let's gossip a bit more. It seems like there's so much juicy gossip about this young tycoon. He just said that in order to stabilize the situation there, he had some kind of... thing with a stepmother, which is why he was able to rush over to see the doctor.

Is it really that bad on the American side? Su Wanqing was completely shocked.

Upon hearing this, young Arendt breathed a long sigh of relief, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly: "Thank you, doctor. I will never forget your kindness and responsibility."

Seeing that Su Wanqing had agreed, Secretary Zhou did not object anymore. He secretly thought to himself that Dr. Su was indeed kind-hearted, even willing to be so considerate to a foreign friend he did not know.

Little Arend was overjoyed and thanked them repeatedly. He grabbed Lu Mingxuan, who was still in a daze, and led his men and mercenaries to the plane in a grand procession. Fortunately, the top-of-the-line passenger plane was large enough to accommodate everyone.

Lu Mingxuan's mind was still blank.

What? When did he say he wanted to come along?

He didn't even have time for breakfast this morning before being dragged from his bed to the airport to work as a translator. He had planned to go to the street corner near the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for a bowl of hot soy milk and a couple of fried dough rings after he finished, and then go back to his office to finish a report.

Now look what's happened; they've taken everyone, including the translation tools, onto a plane bound for Hebei.

Where will he sleep tonight? How will he get back tomorrow? He didn't even bring a handkerchief, just a crisp Zhongshan suit and a pair of shiny leather shoes. If he really got to the disaster area, wouldn't this outfit turn into pickled vegetables? He'd never been so disheveled in his life.

But little Arendt didn't care about any of that. He excitedly pulled him down to sit and started asking all sorts of questions.

Lu Mingxuan cursed inwardly, but on the surface he still had to maintain that refined and proper demeanor.

When he looked up and saw Su Wanqing sitting calmly in front of him, talking quietly to Secretary Zhou, her poised and elegant demeanor calmed his agitation somewhat.

The plane took off quickly.

The American doctor kept exclaiming, "My God, this is a medical miracle! I never thought the Chinese could actually cure this disease. It's incredible!"

After confirming repeatedly, the two whispered a few words in little Arendt's ear, the gist of which was that the two were indeed genuine patients, and their recovery was astonishing.

Little Arendt's eyes lit up even more, and he exclaimed, "Quick, quick, please formally introduce this kind and beautiful doctor and these two patients. This old gentleman looks incredibly well, and this young lady can even walk on her own! My God, I can hardly believe it. How could they recover so well? I must confirm again, are they really patients with that terminal illness?"