Chapter 476 My life is saved, but that medicine is a bit expensive.

The next morning, the port city was in an uproar.

It wasn't because of the changes in the Lin Group, but because of another, even more explosive piece of news: the legendary shipping magnate, Bao Yugang, suffered a sudden heart attack and fell into a coma on his private yacht. All the renowned doctors in Hong Kong were helpless, and the hospital had even issued a critical condition notice.

The Bao family was in complete chaos, and the stock market reacted accordingly, with the shipping sector experiencing a widespread drop to its daily limit.

Meanwhile, Lin Zhihong was sitting in the conference room of the Lin Group building, completely overwhelmed with worry.

Su Yue hadn't arrived yet, but he knew that woman meant what she said.

If they really sell their shares, the Lin family will be finished.

"Chairman Lin! Something terrible has happened!" The secretary rushed in in a panic. "The Bao family's butler just called, saying... saying he wants to invite Miss Su over!"

"Invite her?" Lin Zhihong was taken aback. "Old Bao is almost dead, what use is it to invite a cosmetics seller?"

"I heard it was Old Master Huo who strongly recommended her, saying that Miss Su has the ability to bring the dead back to life..."

Half an hour later, outside the intensive care unit of Mary Hospital.

The Bao family's bodyguards had completely surrounded the corridor, and several gray-haired British experts were shaking their heads and sighing as they looked at the X-ray films.

"Sorry, there's extensive myocardial necrosis; even God can't save him." The attending physician shrugged regretfully.

Su Yue, wearing a white coat and carrying the iconic metal medical kit, walked over accompanied by Huo Zhenhua.

Gu Beichen didn't follow them in. Instead, he stood guard at the door of the ward like a gatekeeper, keeping strangers away.

"This...this is the miracle doctor?" The eldest son of the Bao family looked at the excessively young Su Yue with a suspicious expression. "Uncle Huo, you're not joking, are you? This is a matter of life and death!"

"If you want your father to die, keep talking nonsense." Huo Zhenhua slammed his cane on the floor. "Let her in!"

Ignoring the questioning looks around her, Su Yue walked straight into the ward.

On his sickbed, the once-powerful shipping magnate now looked ashen-faced, his breathing so weak it was almost imperceptible.

The heart rate line on the monitor is almost straight.

Su Yue opened the medicine box, but instead of taking out a stethoscope, she took out a set of silver needles.

"Traditional Chinese medicine?" The British expert next to him scoffed. "That's practically witchcraft! What good is acupuncture at a time like this?"

"Shut up," Su Yue coldly uttered.

She swiftly began to sew.

Three extremely fine silver needles were accurately inserted into the three acupoints on Bao Yugang's chest: Tanzhong, Neiguan, and Jiquan.

At the same time, she used her sleeve to draw out a drop of spiritual spring water from her spatial storage and slowly let it seep into the acupoints through the silver needle.

That was a highly concentrated, purified spiritual spring, possessing the terrifying power to revitalize cells.

One minute. Two minutes.

The monitor suddenly emitted a sharp "beep" sound.

Just when everyone thought the patient had died, the originally straight line suddenly twitched.

Then came the second, the third...

His previously faint heartbeat was visibly becoming strong and powerful. A sliver of color gradually returned to Bao Yugang's ashen face.

"My God!" the British expert exclaimed, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets. "This is magic!"

Su Yue put away the silver needles and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"His life is saved." She turned to look at the stunned Bao family. "However, he will need to continue with my medication. Well... that medication is a bit expensive."

"I'll give you whatever price you ask!" The eldest son of the Bao family knelt down with a thud. "Dr. Su! You are like a second parent to my Bao family!"

Su Yue smiled.

She doesn't want money.

"Forget about the money." Su Yue slowly packed her first-aid kit. "I heard the Bao family has several deep-sea shipping routes to the Middle East? Perfect timing, a friend of mine wants to do some import and export business, I wonder if it would be convenient to borrow their services?"

What friends? That's the nation's strategic material transport line!

In this day and age, a safe deep-water route is more precious than gold.

The eldest son of the Bao family didn't even stammer: "Borrow! Not only can I borrow your way, I'll give you my boat!"

When Lin Zhihong arrived at the hospital, he witnessed this scene.

The Bao and Huo families, two powerful clans, surrounded Su Yue like stars around the moon.

That British expert even chased after Su Yue, wanting to become her apprentice.

Lin Zhihong's legs went weak, and he slumped against the wall.

It's over.

This time it's really over.

With the combined support of the Bao and Huo families, plus the unfathomable Gu Beichen, the Lin family is less than an ant in front of Su Yue.

"Chairman Lin." Su Yue walked out of the ward and saw Lin Zhihong looking distraught.

She stopped, took the peeled orange from Gu Beichen's hand, and popped it into her mouth.

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you," Su Yue said, chewing on an orange, her words muffled, "Old Bao just woke up and said that to thank me, he's decided to... cancel the loan that's about to expire for the Lin Group."

Lin Zhihong's vision went black, and he completely fainted.

The sun still shines brightly over Victoria Harbour, but the sky over the harbour city has changed.

From then on, this place was no longer just home to the Lin family, the Huo family, and the Bao family.

There is another name that will resonate throughout Hong Kong.

Blue Ocean.

Autumn, 1983.

Hainan Island, Blue Ocean Biotechnology City.

The barren salt flats of ten years ago have long since disappeared, replaced by clusters of silver-white buildings rising from the ground.

The massive glass curtain wall reflects a cool light under the subtropical sun; if you didn't see the coconut trees lining the road, you might even think you were in Manhattan, New York, or Ginza, Tokyo.

Only the small building in the very center, with its red brick exterior, still bears witness to the past of this place.

“Mr. Su, Mr. Smith from Pfizer has been waiting in the meeting room for three hours. He said he would sleep in the hallway if he didn’t see you today.”

The secretary, carrying a stack of documents half her height, had to jog in her high heels to keep up with the woman in front of her.

Su Yue wore a neatly tailored white silk shirt and black wide-leg pants. Her hair was casually pulled back, revealing a neck that still had a beautiful and firm line. Time seemed to have replaced the butcher's knife with a craft knife, only carving out a more composed and elegant aura on her.

The priceless Patek Philippe on her wrist tapped lightly on the mahogany desk.

"Let him sleep." Su Yue flipped open the lab report in front of her without looking up. "Tell him that he can come knocking on my door again when he learns to write patent authorization letters in Chinese."

"But..." the secretary hesitated, "the quote they brought this time is..."

"Two hundred million US dollars?" Su Yue scoffed, drawing a sharp line on the document with her pen. "Ten years ago, they thought that amount of money could buy the entire Blue Ocean. Ten years later, it's not even enough to buy a centrifuge in my lab."

She closed the folder and tossed it aside.

"Close the door, I'm waiting for an important guest."

The secretary had just left when the heavy wooden door to the office, which was supposedly bulletproof, was pushed open from the outside.

There was no appointment, and no notification.

There is only one person who dares to act so arrogantly in this area.

Gu Beichen was dressed in a crisp military uniform, the gold stars on his shoulder insignia almost blinding under the lights—two bars and four stars. He had long since been promoted from senior colonel to major general, and was now the deputy commander of the entire Southern Theater Command.