The team moved quickly, their actions precise and coordinated.
After thirty tense minutes, Pharsa emerged from the room, her face pale and her hands trembling slightly.
"Why are you here? Is Tong Xue alright?" Fatty asked, his voice laced with worry. "What is going on?"
Pharsa took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "He is suffering from a heart attack. He is lucky he is with Madam. He has several clots in his heart."
Fatty’s eyes widened in shock. "You mean Madam is operating on him?" he asked again, his voice rising.
Pharsa’s eyes flashed with a hint of irritation. "Are you doubting Madam’s ability?"
"How dare I!" Fatty could only shut his mouth, realizing the gravity of the situation.
After almost six grueling hours, Ling Li and Shi Min exited the room, their faces etched with exhaustion, followed closely by Mushu.
"How is he?" Four Eyes implored, his voice trembling with concern.
Ling Li smiled reassuringly. "He is now in a sterile room. He won’t wake up until tomorrow. You can see him by then."
Four Eyes nodded, relief washing over his features. "Um."
Ling Li’s expression turned serious as she turned to Pharsa. "Pharsa, how would you like to reflect on your shortcomings today?"
Pharsa bowed her head, her voice filled with remorse. "I will receive my punishment accordingly."
"Did you realize your mistake?" Ling Li pressed.
"Yes, Madam," Pharsa replied obediently.
"Mushu, since you are her superior, I will leave her to you," Ling Li said, her tone firm.
Mushu nodded. "Pharsa, you know the protocol."
"Yes, Chief," Pharsa replied and left the infirmary, her steps heavy with the weight of her failure.
"Come on, let’s go home and rest," Ling Li invited them all, her voice softening.
When they arrived home, Lily’s curiosity got the better of her. "Where is your other friend?" she asked Fatty.
"He had a heart attack. Your Mom operated on him," Fatty explained.
Lily’s eyes widened in surprise. "Mom, is that true? You performed the heart surgery?"
Ling Li nodded. "Your brother and I did."
Ren, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke up. "Is that why Pharsa is not here? Is she taking care of her other half?"
"No, not really," Shun replied, shaking his head. "I don’t know what exactly happened, though."
"Mushu, where is Pharsa?" Ren asked, his voice tinged with concern.
"Running 120 miles in the forest in full gear," Mushu answered, his tone sour.
"Mushu, did you punish her?" Ren asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
"She deserves it. How could she be rattled during the surgery and end up not doing anything to help us? Why should I not punish her?" Mushu retorted, his voice filled with frustration.
Ren understood why Pharsa had been punished. ’Pharsa got nervous? How could she? She’s always fierce and focused. Perhaps she has developed her feelings for Chatty?’ Ren pondered silently.
After three days at the infirmary, Chatty was bored and restless. Ling Li allowed him to rest at home but insisted he needed to stay in bed for another week.
"How could you not know you have a heart problem?" Pharsa reprimanded him, her voice a mix of anger and concern.
"I really didn’t know," Chatty replied weakly, his eyes downcast.
"How could you not know? Don’t you ever go to a medical check-up?" Pharsa pressed, her frustration evident.
Just as she spoke, Ling Li entered the room with Four Eyes and Fatty. "Easy there, sister, ha ha ha. Don’t be too hard on him. It was our fault as well. We didn’t let them undergo the procedure or have them medically checked before allowing them to train. It was our recklessness. We all assumed them to be in good health and capable," Ling Li said, her tone apologetic.
I’ve already instructed Mushu to let the other three gentlemen undergo full body check-ups before they resume tomorrow’s training.
"Anyway, the operation was successful, and his heart is as good as brand new," she added with a reassuring smile.
"Don’t let him go back to training," Pharsa insisted, her voice firm.
"It’s Murphy’s choice. He can go back to training at the camp or focus on training his driving skills with you in Germany. We will just provide him with all the securities in the future," Ling Li replied, her tone calm and measured.
"No, I will go back and train," Chatty responded, determination in his voice.
"You can’t even run ten miles. You can’t hold a gun properly," Pharsa pressed, her voice rising.
"Because I was sick. I will do better when I get back," Chatty insisted, his eyes blazing with determination.
"What does your heart problem have to do with your clumsiness?" Pharsa asked, her voice softening slightly.
"I was always catching my breath," Chatty explained.
"That makes sense," Ling Li said, cutting into their discussion. "Don’t let Murphy be too tired for now; He needs a lot of rest to recover. He can slowly go back to training after ten weeks and will fully recover in 12 weeks," she instructed, her voice gentle but firm.
After hearing Ling Li, Pharsa could only remain silent, her mind racing with thoughts of how she could better support Chatty in his recovery.
The next few days were a whirlwind of activity for Ling Li, Mushu, and Shi Min as they meticulously prepared for the grand celebration of the twins’ birthday. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of exotic spices as the trio worked tirelessly in the opulent halls of Ling Li’s Russian estate. The estate itself was a marvel, with its grand chandeliers, intricate tapestries, and a garden that seemed to stretch into infinity, filled with rare flowers and ancient trees. Follow current novels on novelꞁire.net
Ling Li had summoned her son Shi Min from China, knowing that his expertise was indispensable. Together, they crafted a plan that was as intricate as it was formidable. Invitations were sent out to an eclectic mix of guests, including Ling Li’s political and business partners and her more shadowy allies from the underworld. El Padre and El Capitan, notorious figures from the Mafia cluster, were among the first to confirm their attendance. Their presence alone was enough to send a shiver down the spine of anyone who dared to cross Ling Li.