What's wrong with his heart?

A long, long time ago, I would regularly urge Fu Yanshen to have a full physical examination. His heart was very healthy. In fact, apart from his stomach problems, all his physical indicators were healthier than normal.

Did he injure his heart two years ago? Is that scar on his chest from heart surgery?

The doctor stopped mid-sentence, interrupted by Fu Yanshen.

He turned to look at me then, and I recognized him—Xu Xun.

Fu Yanshen's most trusted doctor friend.

"Miss Sheng, hello." Xu Xun stood up, faced me, and greeted me with a gentle and refined demeanor.

"Hello, Dr. Xu." I smiled and nodded.

“Xu Xun is a surgical expert. You can transfer Mu Ye here, and Xu Xun will perform the surgery on him,” Fu Yanshen said at this moment.

I was slightly taken aback.

He actually kindly found a doctor for Makino?

Previously, I almost got Makino thrown in jail.

"Muye, what's wrong with him? My sister and my mother are both his fans." Xu Xun frowned slightly and asked gently.

I snapped out of my daze and quickly told Xu Xun about Mu Ye's situation.

He immediately arranged for an ambulance to go to Renji Hospital and transfer Muye here. I followed along the way.

After the anesthesia wore off, Makino had already woken up and seemed to be in a stable mood. He even comforted me and told me not to worry.

I also heard from the surgical nurses that Xu Xun was known as a "surgical master" because his ancestors had been doctors for generations, making him a true medical family.

In Xu Xun's generation, an exceptionally talented master emerged.

Xu Xun owns this hospital, and Lin Xiao secretly told me that Fu Yanshen is the major shareholder of this hospital.

After undergoing a series of examinations and receiving a diagnosis, Makino was quickly taken to the operating room, where Xu Xun personally performed the surgery to repair the severed nerves in his finger.

While I waited outside the operating room, I held a video conference with Sister Qiong and the others to discuss countermeasures.

Makino's injury will affect his upcoming schedule and activities.

The news was contained in time, and the outside world is still unaware of his injury. However, secrets cannot be kept forever, and fans, rivals, and partner brands will find out sooner or later.

Only by developing a sound public relations plan can the negative impact be minimized.

These are all secondary to me. What I care about most is whether Makino's hands will be able to play his beloved guitar and various other instruments in the future.

"Qiaoqiao, how did Makino get his hand injured?"

"I told the boss. I remember when the boss was in college, he also suffered a serious hand injury, but he recovered! Don't worry!"

I had just finished listening to the voice message Luo Luo sent when I received a call from an unknown number overseas.

"Qiaoqiao, it's me, Song Sinan." A warm, magnetic male voice came from the receiver.

I paused for a moment, then smiled knowingly, "Hello, Brother Sinan."

The last time I contacted him was during the Chinese New Year. He sent me a New Year's greeting via WeChat, and I replied politely.

"I heard from Luo Luo that Mu Ye injured his finger?" he asked with concern.

"Snango, thank you for your concern. Makino is currently undergoing surgery; we've found a very skilled surgeon."

She smiled and replied generously.

At that moment, I clearly felt a pair of cold eyes and instinctively looked over.

The corridor was empty; there was no one in sight.

Am I just imagining things?

I continued to call Song Sinan.

When he heard it was Xu Xun, he told me that Xu Xun's father was the surgeon who had treated his hand nerves back then, and that Xu Xun had surpassed his father and was highly regarded in the surgical field, so Mu Ye's hand could definitely be saved.

After hearing his words, I felt much more at ease.

Makino's surgery lasted for more than four hours. Xu Xun, dressed in a blue surgical gown, came out of the operating room and took off his mask.

A gentle smile played on his lips, while his clear black and white eyes revealed a resolute determination.

He told me that Makino's surgery was very successful; all the severed nerves in his finger had been reconnected.

However, whether she can move freely as before will depend on the specific recovery process.

I sincerely expressed my gratitude to him, and afterwards, I brought him many photos, posters, albums, etc., autographed by Makino, to give to his sister and mother.

Makino's hands were injured, and he needed someone to stay with him at all times. His parents came from their hometown in another city to take care of him.

In the following days, I was busy with various public relations efforts and occasionally visited Mu Ye in his hospital room. As for Fu Yanshen, I simply couldn't spare the time to take care of him.

He didn't contact me either.

As the city lights began to twinkle, I arrived at Muye's ward and asked his aunt and uncle to go to the hospital cafeteria for lunch while I looked after Muye for a while.

"After the news of your injury was made public, the reactions from all sides were as we expected. Now you can focus on recovering and treat it as a long vacation."

I sat in the chair next to the hospital bed and said to Makino.

The loose white cotton T-shirt couldn't hide the boy's slender frame. He sat on the edge of the bed, opening his mouth to bite the apple piece I fed him with a fork.

"A blessing in disguise, I now have time to write about mistresses." Makino looked optimistic.

"The third one" refers to his third solo album.

I smiled and fed him another piece of apple.

Suddenly, I felt as if a pair of cold eyes were staring at me from behind. I saw that Makino was looking behind me, towards the door of the ward.

I followed his gaze.

A figure could be vaguely seen flashing past the door of the ward.

“It’s him,” Makino said softly.

Fu Yanshen.

My intuition tells me that Makino was talking about him.

"Xiao Ye, you should rest first. Your aunt and uncle will be back soon." I put down the fruit plate, stood up and said to Makino.

Makino hesitated for a few seconds before nodding.

As soon as I stepped out of the ward, I saw a man dressed in black standing by the wall.

I frowned slightly and glanced at his calf. Had the wound healed?

"You were looking for me?" I asked casually.

"Fu Ren has found that group of people. You're coming with me." He said coldly, then led the way away.

So, it really wasn't Fu Ren who did it?

After regaining my senses, I immediately followed him. At the corner, we met Mu Ye's parents. Seeing them made me feel more at ease, and I left the hospital with Fu Yanshen.

Throughout the journey, Fu Yanshen remained silent, his aura icy.

I didn't speak to him either.

The Maybach stopped in front of what looked like a warehouse. As soon as I got out of the car, I heard screams of agony.

I followed Fu Yanshen to the entrance of the warehouse, which was lit up.

"Tell me, who the hell ordered you to do this? Why are you impersonating Brother Ren?" Before I even entered the room, a fierce male voice came from inside.

I frowned. From what he said, it seemed that Fu Yanshen was right, that someone had deliberately framed Fu Ren.

Following Fu Yanshen's retreating figure, I entered the warehouse.

Seven or eight men lay on the ground, each clutching their stomachs and groaning softly.

A man was hanging from the roof beam.

His upper body was naked, covered in bloodstains, his hands were bound and he was suspended in mid-air.

To catch a thief, first catch the king; this should be the leader.

I subconsciously looked at his hands, and his brows furrowed more and more. This man had all ten fingers intact!