Chapter Seventy-Three: Mr. Chen of Hong Kong

  "Nev, you really have a good appetite." Guo Yu said, glancing at the dinner table, which was almost empty after Nev had eaten most of it. Guo Yu thought to himself that even if Nev wasn't sick, he would probably get fat to death.

  Guo Yu finished speaking, had Nesterovich sit on the sofa, held one of his chubby hands, closed his eyes and treated him, slowly inputting the power of merit, each time giving Nef about 10,000 points, about ten times would be enough to cure Nef's illness. Guo Yu calculated the amount he inputted each time, stopping immediately after inputting 10,000 points.

  Let go of Nestorovich's hand, Gu Yu leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest. Niefu didn't dare disturb him, and everyone in the house was motionless, not daring to make a sound. Five minutes later, Gu Yu opened his eyes and asked Nestorovich, "How do you feel?"

  "I feel great, even better than last time, I've got the urge to go for women now, haha!" Nestorovich said loudly, not hiding his dirty thoughts from the people in the room.

  "Nestorovich continued, 'Guo, I told you yesterday that a friend of mine needs treatment. I'd like to ask for your opinion - can you treat my friend? I didn't mean to reveal your secret, but this friend is really suffering and I hope you can help him at least alleviate his pain. He's not like me, he's a good person and deserves a good ending.' As Nestorovich spoke, his expression showed both embarrassment and concern for his friend - an unusual sight on the face of an arms dealer."

  Guo Yu thought for a moment and said, "It's not that I don't want others to know about my situation, Nie Fu. You also know that nowadays people aren't very believing in the existence of gods. They always think it's nonsense and laugh at it. I don't want to be seen as a charlatan. If people ask me to come out and prove that I have divine powers, what am I supposed to do? Do I need to go heal every single person's illness?"

  "My divine power is not obtained for nothing, I need to pay a lot to get it. If I don't prove myself, others will say that I'm deceiving people. If I go to rescue someone but really can't save them, then I'll be very passive. Of course, if they're your friend or within a small circle, I'll do my best to treat them." Guo Yu's words revealed several pieces of information: first, treating illnesses is not something that can be done easily; second, don't casually spread the word around; third, give you face, and your friends can receive treatment.

  "Thank you very much, Guo. I'll call him over right away." After finishing speaking, he happily instructed his bodyguard to go next door and invite that friend of his over. From his expression, it was clear that he was truly delighted that Guo Yu could treat his friend, which also showed that their relationship was indeed quite good.

  Moreover, Nesterovich is not stupid either. He naturally knows the implication of Guo Yu's words. His understanding is that only a certain group of people with real status can know about it. As Guo Yu said, it's not something you get for free, but rather something you tell yourself, and there's no benefit in doing things that don't have any advantage.

  Not long after, the door was pushed open and an elderly Chinese man in a suit, wearing frameless glasses, with grey hair, walked in. The old man's skin was very smooth, his forehead slightly balding, and he looked to be over sixty years old.

  Nestorovich and Guo Yu both stood up, anyway, the other was an old man who must be given due respect. Guo Yu looked at the old man with some familiarity, but couldn't remember where he had seen him before. At this time, Nestorovich pointed to the old man and introduced: "This is Mr. Chen Zuzhen, Chairman of Zaitong International Holdings Co., Ltd." Then he continued to introduce Guo Yu to the old man.

  Guo Yu hastily stretched out his hand and shook hands with Chen Zu, letting the old man sit down on the sofa. When Nesterovich said the three words "Chen Zu", Guo Yu suddenly remembered the old man's situation. This old man was also a legendary figure in Hong Kong, known as one of the three most powerful people in Hong Kong today.

  Chan Chu has served as a civil servant for 27 years, with the highest position being an under-secretary. After retirement, he became the chairman of Kowloon Motor Bus and took up the post of chairman of RoadShow Holdings Limited, and was also an independent non-executive director of Hang Seng Bank and Yuehai Investment Limited.

  Chan Tse-chi also held various public offices, serving as a director of the Hong Kong Jockey Club from 1993, vice-chairman from 2002 and chairman since August 2006. In May 2002, he was appointed chairman of the Council of The Hong Kong University of Science and Technology. He had also served as first deputy chairman and chairman of the Executive Committee of the Community Chest of Hong Kong, and is now an honorary vice-chairman of the organisation.

  Every position in it is very prestigious, taking the Hong Kong Jockey Club as an example, even Li Ka-shing, a big shot, was appointed as a committee member. Almost all of Hong Kong's rich and famous people want to join the club and become members. All members and committee members are also among the top figures in Hong Kong.

  Otherwise, it's just a comparison with the Chief Executive of Hong Kong. He is a true top figure in Hong Kong's high society, and he should be 71 years old this year, but Guo Yu hasn't heard that he has any illness.

  "Mr. Chen, it's an honor to meet you today, I heard from Nie Fu that you're not in good health, what's going on?" Gu Yu spoke with great respect, he wasn't a reckless person and had the most basic etiquette when facing someone he respected.

  "It's really troublesome, I was diagnosed with this disease three months ago. No one else knows about it except my family members. I went to several major hospitals in the US for check-ups and they all gave me the same result - that I have lymphoma." said Chen Zuqian.

  Kuo Yu was stunned by what he heard, looking at Chen Zu's current appearance did not seem like a seriously ill old man, it seemed that this old man's Qigong skills were quite impressive.

  "At first, it was just a headache, but the cause couldn't be found. It wasn't until after a thorough physical examination that this illness was discovered. At the time, my family members were all very shocked, but I still had many things to attend to and couldn't extricate myself for the time being. If my condition were to be exposed, it would have triggered some social repercussions, so I kept it under wraps."

  "I've already had two rounds of chemotherapy, but the effect isn't very ideal. The doctor said that the tumor is growing, and if it continues like this, I estimate I only have two years left to live. I'm over 70 years old, so I can accept it, but this illness is really too painful. Every day I'm in pain, feeling like I'm dying, and even morphine doesn't help."

  Guo Yu knew that among all cancers, lymphoma was the most painful. However, looking at Chen Zuze's facial features, it didn't seem like he had reached this stage. Guo Yu asked out of curiosity, "Mr. Chen, you don't look like someone who is so critically ill?"

  "I also have no choice, I won't die for the time being, and I'm reluctant to give up my career, so I can only hold on." The old man sighed.