Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 940: Didn’t They Say the Curse Was Supposed to Work?!

Immense fear suddenly enveloped the head of the Vice President.

He considered himself the strongest "chosen one" in terms of political luck within the Feng Family generation. After his uncle fell into a coma, he got the acting presidency as he wished. He hadn’t been in the position long, and was still waiting to officially take over as president; how could he have only a month or two left to live?

That brat Zuzi must be fearmongering.

Perhaps this doctor is in cahoots with her, sent to scare him; he must not fall for it!

"You got it wrong, you must have gotten it wrong, get your most senior expert here, get out of here!" His eyes blazed as he glared at the senior hepatology professor who had diagnosed him.

The professor shook his head helplessly, "I’ve seen many patients like you, unwilling to accept reality. This is why I suggested earlier that you communicate with your family. A cancer diagnosis isn’t difficult. Not to mention that I’m the most senior expert in the hepatology department; even if my young apprentice were here, the diagnosis from medical imaging and indicator data would be the same, none of it could be falsified. If you don’t believe me, see for yourself! I sincerely advise you to accept the facts, so you can spend the last days without regrets..."

The Vice President couldn’t take in a single word of the old professor’s earnest advice.

He propped himself up and leapt off the sickbed, directing a bodyguard to support him, and urgently rushed toward the adjacent operating room: "I want to hold that brat Zuzi accountable, I want her jailed! I want to..."

As soon as he opened the door to the operating room, his furious mouth suddenly fell open, hanging in midair.

From inside the operating room came a slightly old and weak but calm and steady voice: "Feng Kucha, the hospital needs quiet, why are you making a fuss? With such a chicken-flight-and-dog-leap temperament, how can you handle official business steadily? I always thought you were quite honest before; how did I not notice how impatient you are?"

Feng, Feng Kucha?!

The Vice President was stunned. That nickname was something only his uncle, the Old President, would call him; could it be...

He craned his neck to look.

He saw Bai Fei, who had been singing moments ago, stop her song, and dressed in a white dress, Zuzi slightly turned her body, revealing the old man on the sickbed.

The old man, riddled with tubes and pale and weak of color but with lips moving as he spoke, could be none other than his uncle, the Old President!

"Uncle, you, you’re awake?!"

The Vice President felt his legs go weak—if no one had been supporting him, he’d have sat straight on the floor.

Weren’t they saying that post-surgery he’d be deaf, blind, and mute?

Didn’t they say he fell into a coma again after taking the medicine under Zuzi’s guidance from Bai Fei?

How... did he wake up!

"I’m awake, and you seem not too pleased?" The old president frowned, "Feng Kucha, have you become addicted to being the acting president?"

"No, no, that’s not it, Uncle, I... I... I’m here to settle accounts with this brat; she practiced medicine illegally, she nearly killed you, I’m here to arrest her!"

Zuzi slightly curled her lips: "But Xiao Feng has already woken up, how did I harm him?"

The Vice President was at a loss, wishing he could bite his tongue off: "..."

Damn it, Uncle is fully awake, proving the surgery was successful, the medication was a success, and not only that, Zuzi is cleared of blame, and Bao Gucheng must also be released!

He was unwilling: "But she, she spread rumors, she colluded with the doctors to trick me into thinking I had cancer..."

Zuzi smiled more meaningfully, "Ancestor didn’t lie to you. It’s your own filial piety, sincerely praying, promising twenty years of your life so your Uncle would wake up, oh."

The Old President furrowed his brow: "Feng Kucha, are you really that filial?"

The Vice President was in tears with no place to cry: "..."

Wasn’t the curse supposed to be effective?

Why didn’t the curse for his uncle to die succeed, but the casual prayer for him to wake up was so effective?!

Zuzi smiled without saying a word.

You think Ancestor is just anyone; Ancestor’s main job is to decide who is effective and who is not.