7: Chapter 7 From Conman to God! The Richest Man Bows Respectfully to Pay the Bill!

As the electrocardiogram resumed its rhythm, the wailing of everyone in the ward came to an abrupt halt.

Old Master Shen, who lay on the bed, saw the deathly gray color of his face returning to a healthy hue at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his sunken chest began to rise and fall heavily.

Immediately after, a withered hand suddenly lifted and ripped the oxygen mask off his face.

"Huuu—"

Old Master Shen exhaled a long breath of stale air and snapped his eyes open.

He turned his head and stared straight at Second Uncle Shen Yaobang, who was standing at the foot of the bed with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"What were you going to freeze?"

The old man's voice was hoarse, but to the ears of the crowd, it sounded louder than thunder.

The entire ward fell into an extreme silence.

Second Uncle Shen Yaobang's legs went weak, and with a "thud," he collapsed to his knees on the floor.

Dean Chen rubbed his eyes and let out a curse.

"What the f*ck... A medical miracle?!"

Shen Nianwei looked up, staring blankly at her grandfather who had sat up, tears still hanging on her face.

Lin Zhe let go of the old man's hand, stepped back, and leaned against the equipment cabinet nearby.

"What? I haven't breathed my last yet, and you're already impatient to freeze the group's assets?" Old Master Shen spoke with full vigor, his voice making the ears of those around him numb.

Second Uncle Shen Yaobang rolled his eyes, slumped onto the floor, and trembled all over.

"Dad... Dad! You, you didn't die? You were clearly just now..."

Old Master Shen lifted his foot and kicked the bed frame.

"You scoundrel! You're hoping for me to die sooner, aren't you?"

The few collateral relatives standing nearby retreated in fear, and one timid person knocked over the IV stand beside them, creating a loud "clang" that shattered the suffocating silence.

Shen Nianwei rushed to the bedside, gripped her grandfather's arm tightly with both hands, and tears streamed down her face.

"Grandpa!"

"Why are you crying? Grandpa isn't dead yet." The old man patted his granddaughter's hand, his tone softening significantly.

Dean Chen was completely bewildered. He looked at the strongly pulsing electrocardiogram, then at the defibrillator in his hand, feeling that his entire life's medical faith had collapsed.

He summoned his courage and stepped forward.

"Chairman, this... this completely defies medical logic. Your heart had stopped, and your organs were in severe failure. I must arrange a full-body MRI for you immediately, along with blood tests..."

Old Master Shen turned his head and shot Dean Chen a cold glance.

"To hell with the check-up."

Dean Chen was left speechless.

The old man didn't even look at the doctors; he turned to look at the group of bodyguards standing at the door, who were still in a state of shock.

"What are you standing there for? Throw Second Uncle Shen Yaobang out! Make him go back and reflect on his mistakes behind closed doors. If he dares to step out of the house without my order, I will break his legs!"

The two bodyguards in black seemed to wake from a dream; they hurried over, hoisted the limp Second Uncle Shen Yaobang up from both sides, and dragged him out.

"Dad! Dad, I was wrong! I was just speaking nonsense out of panic, Dad!" Second Uncle Shen Yaobang's pig-like squeals echoed through the corridor, gradually fading away.

The remaining relatives were pale as sheets, not daring to make a sound.

"You all get out too." The old man pointed toward the door.

The relatives scrambled to rush out, running faster than rabbits.

There were still a dozen or so specialist doctors left in the ward.

The old man waved his hand impatiently.

"Old Chen, take your people and get out. If anyone dares to breathe a word of what happened today to the outside world, I, Shen Changshan, will make it so that their entire family cannot stay in Jiangcheng."

Dean Chen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded repeatedly.

"I understand, I understand everything. Old Master Shen, please rest well."

He waved his hand, led the group of white coats to evacuate quickly, and on his way out, he pulled the damaged ward door shut.

The footsteps outside in the corridor gradually faded, and the ward became completely quiet.

Only Old Master Shen, Shen Nianwei, and Lin Zhe, who had been leaning against the equipment cabinet the whole time, remained.

Only now did Shen Nianwei snap out of it and turn to look at Lin Zhe.

Her gaze toward Lin Zhe had completely changed; the disdain she had felt earlier when looking at a con artist was gone, replaced by extreme shock and awe.

Ten minutes ago, she thought he was a madman.

Ten minutes later, her grandfather was sitting right in front of her, alive and well, with more strength in his voice than he had two years ago.

Was this a man or a god?

Old Master Shen pulled back the blanket, placed his feet on the floor, and stood up steadily.

Shen Nianwei was terrified and quickly reached out to help him.

"Grandpa, you just woke up, lie down quickly!"

"It's fine, I feel like I'm full of energy right now." The old man pushed his granddaughter's hand away, his gaze crossing over the hospital bed to land directly on Lin Zhe.

He had spent decades in the business world and had seen all kinds of storms, but this young man in his early twenties before him was someone he couldn't see through at all.

Lin Zhe was wearing cheap clothes that cost less than a hundred yuan, yet facing him, the richest man in Jiangcheng, he exuded an extremely unusual calmness.

That kind of calmness couldn't be faked; it was the confidence that only came from having absolute control over everything around him.

The [Composed in Danger] trait activated within Lin Zhe, and his heartbeat remained at a steady frequency.

The old man took a deep breath and bowed slightly to Lin Zhe.

"Young man, I just took a trip through the gates of hell, and I heard someone say in my ear that they wanted to take one billion to sell me Ten Years of Lifespan. It was you, wasn't it?"

Lin Zhe nodded.

"It was me."

The old man scrutinized Lin Zhe carefully.

"To be honest, I don't believe in ghosts or gods; I believe in science, and I believe in the cash in my hands. But today's matter is inexplicable."

He clenched his fist, which was now filled with strength.

"I know my own body best. Ten minutes ago, even breathing was a struggle. Now, I truly feel I can live another ten or eight years."

The old man pointed at Lin Zhe and then looked at Shen Nianwei beside him.

"One billion, I'll pay it."

He said this decisively.

When your life is on the line, what use is having so much money?

This one billion not only bought his life but also protected the group he had founded single-handedly from being squandered by Second Uncle Shen Yaobang and his ilk.

It was well worth it!

Shen Nianwei listened from the side, her heart pounding.

One billion in cash would drain a significant amount of the group's working capital, but compared to her grandfather's life, it was nothing.

Lin Zhe pulled over a chair and sat down casually.

"I'll give you the account number. When the money arrives, I'll leave."

The old man turned to look at his granddaughter.

"Nianwei, transfer the money."

Shen Nianwei took a deep breath and fished out a spare phone from her bag.

The screen was intact, and she dialed a number.

"Hello, President Zhang. This is Shen Nianwei."

A respectful male voice came from the other end of the line. "Miss Shen, what are your instructions?"

"Help me transfer a sum from my personal account. The amount is one billion. Do it immediately." Shen Nianwei spoke quickly.

The other side was silent for a few seconds.

"Miss Shen, a fund transfer of one billion is a very large amount. It requires going through a special approval channel and must be reported to the regulatory authorities, this..."

"I don't want to hear about the process." Shen Nianwei interrupted him, "I'll give you ten minutes. If you can't do it, I will withdraw all the Shen Family's funds from your bank."

This sentence carried immense weight.

"Alright, I will handle it personally! Please provide the recipient's account number and account name."