Chapter 682: Extra 33

Night fell.
The city's neon lights, like dark red blood pulsating in its veins, silently intertwined the power, responsibility, and desires of this financial empire.
Fang Huan Private Hospital, penthouse ward.
A world-class neurologist, clad in a sterile white coat, held a trembling, encrypted report between two trembling fingers.
His hands, usually considered the golden touch of the medical world, were shaking like those of a Parkinson's patient.
"Chairman Dong... the results of your latest deep brain scan are in."
The man, who seemed perpetually overlooking the global flow of capital, didn't even lift his eyelids, seated in his large leather chair.
"What are the results?"
"This... we urgently used the hospital's most advanced quantum-level MRI equipment to perform a comprehensive and nanometer-level scan on you!"
The attending physician swallowed hard, cold sweat pouring down his forehead from the temples of his gold-rimmed glasses.
"But...the results are exactly the same as last month's checkup. Your brain structure is textbook healthy; there's absolutely no abnormality, not even theoretically possible!"
The attending physician's voice even carried a hint of grievance at the end.
Su Hao silently put down his teacup.
Headache.
The feeling didn't lessen at all because of the "completely healthy" report; instead, it felt like a frenzied drummer was pounding heavy metal inside his skull.
The increasingly intense pain forced Su Hao to cancel all international conferences and obediently sit in that sophisticated scanner that looked like a space capsule for the most thorough and comprehensive examination.
However.
The results of the examination, costing millions of dollars, were exactly the same as months ago.
No lesions.
No shadows.
Completely, utterly normal!
Healthy to the point of exceeding the theoretical limits of the human aging curve.
Su Hao rubbed his temples, forcibly suppressing the churning dizziness in his mind.
"Since everything is normal, why is my headache still persisting?"
"Uh, well… there are actually many underlying causes for this symptom."
The attending physician frantically wiped away sweat, carefully choosing his words, afraid of uttering a single wrong word.
"For example, deep tension headaches, persistent neurological migraines, or some kind of hidden sleep disorder that is extremely difficult for physical instruments to detect.
Chairman, you are known for working day and night. That kind of high-intensity, overloaded mental work can easily trigger chronic migraines.
In addition, irregular sleep patterns can also very likely lead to the brain's inability to metabolize waste products, thus triggering severe headaches."
Su Hao pondered to himself.
If all of this is really just due to physical exhaustion, then that's fortunate.
After all, he's come a long way through so many ups and downs over the years.
He carved a bloody path through the cutthroat world of business, building the Fanghuan Empire he enjoys today.
Headaches, caused by the high-intensity, high-pressure mental work, are nothing new to him.
Just as his attending physician had said.
Neurogenic headaches caused by overwork and mental exhaustion are practically a standard occupational hazard among financial tycoons.
But reason told him something was wrong.
He, Su Hao, wasn't some pampered, spoiled brat who'd call an ambulance for a minor scrape.
If it were just ordinary pain that could be suppressed with a few aspirin pills,
he wouldn't waste a single precious second, let alone go to the trouble of undergoing this high-level, meticulous brain scan.
The core problem was this:
The headache he was experiencing deep within his brain wasn't something within the realm of science!
It was an extraordinary, almost eerie torment.
It was no exaggeration.
It was on a completely different level from any pain he had experienced in the past few decades!
It was utterly incomparable!
It was a kind of horror and discomfort that was simply indescribable.
It wasn't so much that someone was stabbing his head with a rusty ice pick.
It was more like the sharp pick had pierced deep into his cerebral cortex, and was even churning it clockwise like a blender!
And it even had a colorful, shimmering effect!
“Chairman…”
The attending physician looked at the silent Su Hao, barely daring to breathe.
“I’ll prescribe some stronger, purest targeted painkillers for you, is that alright?”
“Okay.”
Su Hao closed his eyes again and rubbed his temples.
“Do as you say.”
“Yes, yes!”
The attending physician, feeling like he'd been granted a reprieve, nodded repeatedly, patting his chest confidently assuring him.
"Furthermore, please rest assured, Chairman!
Our entire Fanghuan Top Medical Team is monitoring your every vital sign 24/7!
Every heartbeat, every EEG reading is under our watchful eyes.
If there is even the slightest abnormality, we will detect it and respond even sooner than you do!"
After retrieving that pile of potent painkillers, comparable to biological weapons,
Su Hao, surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black, quietly returned to his heavily guarded manor home.