The next morning.
A VIP ward at the Guangdong Provincial People's Hospital was already bustling with activity.
As soon as Chu Mo arrived at the scene, he was immediately surrounded by the excited family members of the patients.
"Dr. Chu, is my father's illness cured?"
"Yes, my husband, Lao Zhang, can already get out of bed and walk. Mr. Chu, you are our savior."
Mr. Zhang's wife was already in tears, her voice choked with emotion.
Mr. Zhang, in bed number one, was being helped by his student as he walked slowly and excitedly around the ward.
The lieutenant colonel in bed number two, though still unable to leave the field, looked much better and his eyes had regained their sparkle.
His wife, leading a cute boy of about five or six years old, quickly approached Chu Mo and said excitedly:
"Little Tiger, quickly kowtow to Uncle Chu. He's the one who saved your father's life."
The little boy obediently knelt on the ground, earnestly kowtowed three times to Chu Mo, and said in a childish voice:
"Uncle Chu, thank you for saving my dad. I will definitely repay you in the future!"
Because his hand was being held by the agitated family members, Chu Mo had no choice but to accept the child's kowtow, and then said helplessly:
"Please don't get excited. The patient's condition has definitely improved. As for the extent of the improvement, further tests and examinations at the hospital are needed."
"Yes, everyone, don't rush, quickly make way so that President Chu can have a proper inspection."
"A patient's family member said hurriedly."
The others quickly realized what was happening and echoed the sentiment.
"Don't block the way, move aside quickly, don't interfere with President Chu's treatment."
Some reporters had already set up their filming equipment and started recording.
Adding to the chaos were the excited family members of the patients, making the spacious ward feel messy and noisy.
Normally, if the room were this noisy, the patient's family would be more upset than anyone else.
But at this moment, they are the happiest and most excited people.
Even the patients had long-lost smiles on their faces, and didn't seem to mind the commotion at all.
They haven't laughed as happily as they do now in so long.
Something called hope was growing wildly in their hearts.
Chu Mo raised his hands high, and the entire room immediately fell silent, everyone looking at him respectfully.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I understand your feelings, but the patient needs a quiet environment to rest, so please refrain from making any more noise."
The family members were very considerate and quickly made room for each other, leaving only one person from each family in the ward.
Chu Mo quietly began examining the patients, and his divine sense clearly revealed their internal conditions.
The previously cancerous area has improved significantly, although he still cannot see the internal condition of the cancer cells.
But both the color of the organs and the shape and size of the tumor clearly indicate that the condition is improving.
Moreover, this is the effect after only one day of drinking the medicinal wine. As time goes on, the effects of the medicinal wine will become more and more obvious.
"Have another cup, and the dosage should be enough for a full recovery."
Chu Mo muttered to himself and instructed Zhou Wenhui to pour another cup of medicinal wine for the patients.
When it was her father's turn, his glass was almost overflowing.
When Chu Mo discovered this, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it; on the contrary, he found it rather cute.
Everyone has selfish desires, especially when it comes to their parents and relatives.
He believes that as long as it doesn't violate major principles and is within one's capabilities, it's only human nature to go the extra mile for relatives.
If everything is about fairness and justice, then what's the point of striving and working hard?
At the very least, his goal in striving was to ensure that his family had the right to enjoy fairness and justice without having to argue with others.
I can reason with you.
But I also need to have the strength and confidence to not reason with you!
This is his small goal in life—very mundane, but very real.
Therefore, he didn't take Zhou Wenhui's behavior to heart at all.
Zhou Wenhui was still slightly uneasy and couldn't help but steal a glance at her boss.
Upon noticing his ambiguous smile, she blushed slightly, a hint of panic flashing in her quiet eyes.
My boss must have noticed my little scheme, right? Oh dear, how embarrassing! I wonder what he'll think?
The girl became a little anxious and insecure.
10:00 AM.
Chu Mo had just finished his work and stopped when he received a call from Zhong Qiang.
"Boss, the factory was broken into by an unidentified person last night. When he entered the workshop, he triggered the newly installed security system, but they failed to catch him and injured more than ten people."
Zhong Qiang felt very guilty, but thankfully no greater losses were caused.
But that guy last night was really skilled; dozens of people couldn't catch him.
"Okay, I understand."
Chu Mo listened without saying anything; these things were all within his expectations. He then gave the instructions:
"We need to double the number of security personnel, increase patrols, and tighten the management of the workshop on a daily basis."
"In addition, all personnel involved in the apprehension of the criminals will be rewarded with two months' salary, and those who are injured will be rewarded with ten months' salary. During hospitalization, they will continue to receive their salary and have their expenses reimbursed."
"Yes, boss."
Seeing that his boss didn't utter a word of blame, Zhong Qiang breathed a sigh of relief and felt a warmth in his heart. Then, he excitedly said:
"Currently, many companies have sent letters of intent to cooperate, hoping to acquire our offline agency rights or become our distributors."
"Don't rush to agree to these things; let's talk about them after the treatment is over."
Chu Mo gave a few more instructions before hanging up the phone.
He suspected that the incident at the factory and his experience the previous night were the work of the same person.
They're really anxious, using a two-pronged approach.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a chill.
To be honest, he wasn't really afraid of the other party getting the factory's powder.
Traditional Chinese medicine is different from Western medicine. Many of its ingredients are very similar, and it is extremely difficult to deduce a prescription from powder alone.
But there is one place where it is possible.
That's his newly bought villa, where he keeps two jars of medicinal wine he's brewed.
Moreover, it's not even medicine powder that's being used; if someone finds it, it's like handing over the formula to them.
Although the dark room where he hid things was only two square meters in size and very well hidden.
But if someone were to dig up his house from head to toe, they might not be able to find it.
However, he bought the villa very discreetly, and no one knew about it except for Shu Xiaoya.
But he dared not take any chances.
So he immediately called Qin Shaoru and gave her instructions:
"Let Hu Hai handle this. You come to the People's Hospital right away; I have something to tell you."
"Okay, boss!"
Qin Shaoru on the other end of the phone didn't hesitate at all, without even asking what to do.
Chu Mo wanted to send her back to look after the house, otherwise he was really worried.
Half an hour later.
After he handed the villa keys to Qin Shaoru and notified the villa's security department.
Only then did I feel at ease enough to read online reports about Kunlun Immortal Wine.
There is only one word to describe it.
That is: It's incredibly popular!
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