*Three o'clock in the morning, hospital corridor——**
"Mr. Fu, you just have a stomach problem and don't need amputation!" Lin Wanxing was forced into a corner by the man as he clutched his medical record.
Fu Chenyuan pinched the collar of her white coat with his fingertips, his eyes cold: "You misdiagnosed me as having terminal cancer, and now you want to run away?"
Three days ago, in order to avoid her enemies, she wrote "gastritis" as "stomach cancer" in a panic. It just so happened that this man was the head of the Fu family, who controlled the economic lifeline of half of Asia!
