Lei Jiade nodded, and said amiably, "Alright then, Dr. Xu, please do your best to work miracles as soon as possible. You don’t have to worry about the shares; since we’ve agreed and negotiated the terms, we will definitely transfer 30% of the shares to you. I’ll prepare the contract when I return, and it can be done by tomorrow."

Xu Xiangbei smiled faintly and said, "I’ve heard from Young Master Shen that Lawyer Lei is reputed to be sharp and decisive, and it seems well-deserved. Please go out with Young Master Shen so I can treat President Lei."

Soon, the hospital room echoed with Lei Zhenrong’s heartrending cries, which were so piercing and terrifying that they made one’s hairs stand on end.

Lei Jiade listened at the door with concern, pondering whether inviting Xu Xiangbei for treatment was a mistake. Would he end up killing his uncle, who was already on the brink of death, especially since Dr. Xu had some past grievances with Lei Zhenrong?

Seeing that there were no doctors or nurses in the hallway, Shen Congru took out a cigarette and smiled to reassure him, "Don’t worry. Dr. Xu’s medical skills are excellent; he’ll cure your uncle. Let’s have a smoke and wait for a bit."

Lei Jiade accepted the cigarette and asked worriedly, "There’s such a commotion with Dr. Xu’s treatment; could there be any mishaps?"

Shen Congru smiled confidently, "What mishaps could there be? This is about treating a dead horse like a living one; can anything be worse than death?"

In the time it took to smoke one cigarette, the hospital room grew quiet. The door slowly opened, and Xu Xiangbei emerged, drenched in sweat.

Shen Congru lit a cigarette for him, "Tired, huh? You guys made quite a ruckus. It sounded like the top ten tortures of the Qing dynasty. I only heard Lei Zhenrong screaming to the high heavens, so why are you so exhausted and drenched in sweat?"

Xu Xiangbei looked a bit fatigued. He had expended a great deal of Inner Strength to pull Lei Zhenrong back from the brink of death.

"Of course. If I didn’t put in the effort, could he have screamed so miserably?"

Rushing to Lei Zhenrong’s bedside, Lei Jiade couldn’t see any immediate effects. Lei Zhenrong still looked pale and on the verge of death, but his eyes no longer resembled a flickering candle in the wind—dull and unstable. Instead, they resembled a re-lit candle, shining brightly and warmly.

Lei Jiade knew that the treatment had worked; Lei Zhenrong had come back to life. He couldn’t help but secretly admire Xu Xiangbei.

Lei Zhenrong’s trembling fingers struggled to point to a cup, indicating his desire for water. His voice was gone from too much screaming, and he couldn’t speak.

Lei Jiade personally poured him a glass of water. After drinking it, a relaxed smile crossed Lei Zhenrong’s lips, and he gently closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

On the thirtieth floor, Lei Ziming’s former office had been newly refurnished with lush artificial plants, which looked and felt like real grass.

Zhao Changheng, proudly holding a golf club, was playing golf.

With one swing, a white golf ball landed on a small mound in the distance—an area that was once Lei Ziming’s rockery for a refrigerator, now transformed into a golf hole.

The ceiling with an electronic screen simulated the sky with colors of blue skies and white clouds, sunlight streaming in, complete with effects of clouds moving and occasionally casting shadows, like the sun being obscured by clouds.

A beautiful secretary entered, carrying a sports drink. She wore a professional Prada suit, her makeup was exquisite, and beneath the suit were long, snowy, well-shaped legs.

The secretary placed the drink on the table by the door and said in a pleasant voice, "President Zhao, a Dr. Xu is waiting for you downstairs in the office."

Zhao Changheng showed evident disdain, "Oh, he’s alone, is he? If he’s by himself, let him wait patiently."

"Young Master Shen from the commercial bank is with him; they came together."

Shen Congru being a representative of the company’s shareholders, couldn’t be offended. Zhao Changheng, needing Shen Congru’s crucial vote to become the official president of Thunderbird Company, instructed the secretary, "Oh, so Young Master Shen is here too. Tell him I’ll be down shortly."

Upon entering the office, Zhao Changheng discovered that it wasn’t just Shen Congru and Xu Xiangbei present; Lei Jiade was there as well.

Zhao Changheng suspiciously glanced at Lei Jiade. He knew Lei Jiade was Lei Zhenrong’s representative, which triggered a vague sense of unease in his heart. He smiled as he gestured for Lei Jiade and Shen Congru to sit down.

He put on a fawning smile, "Young Master Shen, Lawyer Lei, you’ve arrived, please sit. Monica, bring our guests some premium Longjing green tea."

The beautiful secretary Monica nodded, "Okay, President Zhao, please wait a moment."

Seeing Xu Xiangbei grinning cheekily at him, Zhao Changheng looked at him with disdain and said, "Didn’t I tell you last time that your Ancient Moon Red Dust game can’t launch for now? I haven’t had time to deal with it yet."

Not minding Zhao Changheng’s disregard, Xu Xiangbei didn’t get angry. When the beautiful secretary served the tea, he quickly took a cup for himself.

He savored a sip and playfully said to Shen Congru and Lawyer Lei, "Tsk, tsk, what good tea—fragrant, rich, and delicate. Looks like I’ll have the fortune to enjoy delightful tea in the future."

Shen Congru and Lawyer Lei exchanged a smile, understanding the implication in Xu Xiangbei’s words, while Zhao Changheng looked disdainful, "This is top-grade Xihu Longjing, picked before the rains. I reserve such fine tea for friends. You’re no kin; you won’t get to drink such good tea."

Xu Xiangbei sneered, "Is this tea from Thunderbird Company?"

The beautiful secretary smiled and responded, "Of course, this is for our company’s VIP guests only."

"Since it belongs to Thunderbird Company, I should have the chance to drink it."

Zhao Changheng sneered, "From the way you talk, it seems like you plan to come often. This time you’re only here because of Young Master Shen and Lawyer Lei; next time, it won’t be so easy."

Xu Xiangbei chuckled, "Is that so? I think I’m the one who should be saying that to you."

Suppressing his anger, seeing Xu Xiangbei not knowing what’s good for him, Zhao Changheng said, "Enough. Out of respect for you as a friend of Young Master Shen, I haven’t kicked you out yet. You’re pushing it."

Xu Xiangbei took a sip of tea and shook his head, "Sigh, it’s really difficult to talk with you. Lawyer Lei, please explain it to him."

With a smile, Lei Jiade handed the document he was holding to Zhao Changheng. Zhao Changheng’s face briefly betrayed a discernible anxiety as he took the folder, "What’s this? Is it a cooperation agreement? Or a lawyer’s letter?"

Xu Xiangbei grinned playfully, "What, are you scared? Afraid to look? If you’re too scared to read, I can read it to you. Do you want me to read it to you, or will you read it yourself?"

Zhao Changheng shot a contemptuous glance at Xu Xiangbei and opened the document. His face turned increasingly pale until he slammed it onto the desk in anger.

In a rage, he sneered coldly, "Good for you, Xu Xiangbei, getting yourself 30% of Thunderbird Group’s shares. Is Lei Zhenrong dying for him to be so generous?"