Chapter 553: Presidential-Level "Holy Light Healing"

"Ouch, Hao! My dear brother! You scared me to death!"
His voice preceded his arrival.
The hospital room door was flung open, and a tall figure stormed in—it was Huang Fengwen.
"Wait, Brother Huang, wasn't the guild supposed to be pushing through the dungeon today? Why are you here?" Su Hao looked at him helplessly.
"Nonsense! Is the dungeon more important than your life?! I heard you almost got hit by a truck! How could I sit still?"
"Yeah, almost, not actually.
Look at me, I'm alive and kicking, not a hair's breadth away.
Let me get discharged quickly, I can still play a game back home..."
"No way! That was a heavy truck! It flew right past your face!" Huang Fengwen waved his hand dismissively.
"You think this is a joke? You don't know anything about the terrifying aftereffects of such an accident!"
Su Hao was completely exasperated.
After being forcibly "escorted" to the hospital by the group of bodyguards, he underwent a series of comprehensive examinations comparable to those for astronauts, and was finally placed under house arrest in this VIP ward, as luxurious as a five-star hotel suite.
Although the doctor said he was in excellent health and had a good appetite, out of a cautious "what if?" attitude, he still recommended staying in the hospital for observation for a few days.
Huang Fengwen plopped down on the edge of the bed and began to berate him:
"I heard that you suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded the other day, and couldn't even get up from your squatting position?
And at that banquet last time, you said your stomach was churning, and you didn't eat a single thing?
You dare say there's nothing wrong with your body?"
Su Hao's eyelids twitched.
"Brother, that wasn't a problem with my body, it was my 'cheat code' system suddenly short-circuited, randomly activating itself, making me feel like a pregnant woman."
"Just in case, you'd better stay here for a week!"
"A week?! Brother Huang, what about the company?"
"The company won't function without you?
You're a workaholic. Your parents have been nagging me about it countless times, saying you never know how to rest, and it worries them terribly.
Perfect! Consider this a mandatory vacation."
"You're still in contact with my parents?"
"Hehe, I regularly check in with Uncle and Aunt. Besides, the doctor said you're overworked!"
Indeed, the doctor in the white coat had just earnestly stated:
His irregular schedule and disordered sleep are common problems among young people today, and he suggested he take a break from work and embrace life.
"Okay, it's settled then. This week, you must rest well and get your body back in shape!"
Huang Fengwen's attitude was as firm as granite.
Su Hao glanced out the window. Good heavens! The VIP ward was surrounded by bodyguards in black suits, like terracotta warriors standing guard, one every three steps, one every five.
It seemed he wouldn't be able to escape for the next week.
He felt like a princess imprisoned in a magic castle by a dragon, his whole body itching with unease.
“Don’t worry, a week will pass quickly. Once you’ve recovered, we’ll take a vacation together. I’ll take you to the US to broaden your horizons.”
“The US?”
“Yeah, you know President Aiden, right?
That old man’s term is almost over, he’s a cripple now, bored out of his mind, and lately he’s been having a blast playing games.”
"He said he'd arranged to meet some guild members from the US to raid a new dungeon together."
"You're going to watch?" Su Hao's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Watch my ass! Of course I'm going to personally join him in battle!" Huang Fengwen exclaimed, beaming.
"That old bastard Aiden is a top healer in the game!
Think about it, how many times in your life will you get the chance to be healed by the President of the US? I have to experience it!"
"Holy crap! Brother Huang! You absolutely have to take me!" Su Hao's eyes lit up.
"Absolutely, but you need to rest first, and we'll arrange it in a week!"
"No, bro, it was just a tiny scratch... as minor as it gets!"
"I said no, and that's final!"
Wow, raiding a dungeon with the President of the US!
He could even enjoy presidential-level "holy light therapy"! This opportunity was practically a one-of-a-kind chance!
Unfortunately, judging from Huang Fengwen's attitude, he was determined to keep him locked up here for a week.
Let alone going abroad, he'd have a hard time even leaving this hospital.
"Take good care of yourself, I'll come see you again later."
"You're so busy, you don't need to come, really."
"Hehe, don't worry, I'll come until you're annoyed to death."
"Sigh..."
"I'm leaving."
"Okay, take care, bro."
Huang Fengwen smiled and walked out of the ward.
However, the moment the ward door clicked shut, the warm smile on his face was wiped away as if by an invisible hand.
Instead, a chilling and violent atmosphere filled the air, enough to freeze the very fabric of reality!
“Is everyone here?”
He asked Lin Fan beside him, his voice as cold as his icy face, capable of freezing the air itself.
“Yes, Chairman. They’re all waiting for you in the conference room.”
“Let’s go.”
***
The moment Huang Fengwen pushed open the conference room door, the air in the entire room seemed to be sucked out.
All the waiting executives, seeing his unprecedentedly grim and sullen face, involuntarily swallowed hard.
They could feel the conference room’s air conditioning temperature drop by several degrees Celsius.
This usually amiable chairman was now truly consumed by rage.
“Sit down.”
Huang Fengwen sat down in the head seat, taking a deep breath, his breath trembling slightly with suppressed anger.
"How's the investigation going?
Tell me, was this accident an accident, or was it deliberate?
Lin Fan, who was with Su Hao at the scene, said it's more like a meticulously planned murder. Is that right?"
An executive stood up, sweat beading on his forehead:
"Chairman, although we need to conduct a more in-depth investigation… there are indeed too many suspicious points at the moment.
The truck driver who caused the accident owed a large sum of gambling debts, but suddenly paid them all off a few days ago.
Moreover, he hasn't received any freight work for over a month."
"An unemployed gambler, suddenly paid off all his debts, and then suddenly became like he was on steroids, driving an empty truck recklessly?" Huang Fengwen's voice wasn't loud, but it sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.
"Yes… unless it was orchestrated by someone, it doesn't make any logical sense."
"Especially the sudden resolution of the debt issue—it's too suspicious."
A dirty deal instantly flashed through Huang Fengwen's mind.
Someone bribed this desperate man to carry out this suicide attack.
"We suspect this is inextricably linked to the underground casino that driver frequents.
It's very likely that they first threatened him with the debt, then lured him with money to take the job."
Another person added.
"These underground casinos are backed by shady thugs, right?"
"Yes, Chairman."
"In other words, it must be some foreign force that's had the audacity to try and harm our Fang Huan's Su Hao?"