After Being Betrayed, I Married a Tycoon in a Flash-Chapter 93 - : The Little Secret from 21 Years Ago

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: The Little Secret from 21 Years Ago

“…” Shaochen raised his gaze, his expression darkening again, “Have him wait for me in the drawing room.”

“Okay.” The secretary gently closed the door and exited.

Shaochen stretched out his hand, pulled open the drawer, and took out a brocade box, which he opened.

Inside the brocade box lay a black diamond-colored, heart-shaped pendant.

He reached out, held the heart-shaped pendant in the palm of his hand, and gently caressed it.

Due to years of touching, the black diamond-colored heart-shaped pendant had been polished exceptionally smooth.

Shaochen half-closed his eyes, as if he could see the childhood calamity.

Back then, when he and his younger brother were being chased, just when they were about to be caught, a little girl in a sky-blue princess dress pulled them to a corner of a low wall, where the three small children huddled together.

Both he and his brother were terrified, but the little girl boldly comforted them and pulled off three heart-shaped pendants from her neck.

The fiery red one she kept for herself, the black diamond-colored one she gave to him, and the milky white one to his younger brother…

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Shaochen suddenly opened his eyes wide, and cold sweat slid across his forehead.

That calamity had taken place a full 21 years ago, but whenever it came to mind, it still affected every nerve of his.

It was from that time that he and his brother had lost contact, and he had also lost news of that girl.

…

Shaochen put the black diamond pendant back into the box, got up, and headed to the drawing room.

As soon as Han Zhe saw Shaochen, he immediately stood up, approached, and grasped Shaochen’s hand. “Mr. Sheng, I’m sorry for coming to you so unexpectedly. There’s something I must ask for your help with.”

“Speak.” Shaochen silently withdrew his hand, his gaze briefly flicking to the lab coat behind Han Zhe.

An elderly man stood there, looking to be about sixty or seventy years old, but his eyes were still sharp.

“Hello Mr. Sheng, my name is Lin Haotian, and from now on, I will be Han Ruixin’s chief physician,” the man extended his hand.

Shaochen’s eyes narrowed slightly as he took the man’s thin, dry hand, his gaze intense, “Lin Haotian? The world-renowned neuro expert, I’ve long heard of you.”

“You flatter me. I want to discuss Han Ruixin’s condition with Mr. Sheng. She needs to undergo two surgeries, and the preparation before the surgery is very important, especially the patient’s mental readiness. The first surgery is scheduled for the 18th of next month. During this period, I hope Mr. Sheng can help in comforting the patient’s emotions.”

Shaochen withdrew his hand and led Lin Haotian and Han Zhe to the sofa, where the three of them sat down.

Shaochen lit a cigarette, took a drag, “How can I help?”

“24-hour personal monitoring, keeping the patient’s mood pleasant, can greatly increase the success rate of the surgery.”

“…” Shaochen exhaled a puff of smoke, his brows slightly furrowing.

Han Zhe was stunned for a good while before he stiffly squeezed out a smile, “Then, on behalf of my sister, I thank Mr. Sheng.”