The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 954 - 954 953 A Touching Love Story

954: Chapter 953: A Touching Love Story 954: Chapter 953: A Touching Love Story Looking up, Wang Dadong was grinning as he gazed at him.

“Buddy, you run pretty fast,” Wang Dadong said with a smile.

The man didn’t think twice before turning to run again.

But to his astonishment, no matter how fast his legs moved, his body didn’t budge an inch.

It turned out Wang Dadong had effortlessly lifted him off the ground with one hand.

“Let me go!”

“Return the bag, and I’ll let you go.”

The thief showed no intention of returning the bag to Wang Dadong; instead, he clung to it desperately.

Not letting go?

A playful smirk appeared on Wang Dadong’s face as he reached out and pressed an acupoint on the thief’s body.

“Ah!”

A piercing pain swept through the thief’s entire body.

Wang Dadong had merely inserted a small thread of Inner Strength into the thief’s body, its energy tearing at his meridians and causing him excruciating pain.

Yet, even as his body convulsed in agony, the thief refused to release the bag.

“Kid, it’s just a bag.

Return it, and I’ll let you leave,” Wang Dadong said.

The thief didn’t reply, his teeth tightly clenched and lips pressed together, refusing to utter a sound.

Growing impatient, Wang Dadong sent another wave of Inner Strength into the thief’s body—this one far stronger than before, instantly doubling his pain.

Sweat poured down the thief’s forehead as he grimaced in agony.

“Still not letting go?”

Just as Wang Dadong was about to amplify the Inner Strength even further, the Female CEO caught up.

“Forget it, Dadao.

Let him go; after all, it’s just a bag,” the Female CEO said compassionately, mistaking the cause of the thief’s pain for Wang Dadong’s physical blows.

Her bag didn’t contain anything particularly valuable anyway—just some cash and cards.

Since the boss had spoken, Wang Dadong nodded and said, “Kid, consider yourself lucky today.

I’ll let you go this time.”

With that, he quietly withdrew the Inner Strength from the thief’s body.

“Xie Xie.” The thief returned to normal but didn’t immediately flee.

Instead, he knelt before Lin Shiyan and Wang Dadong, kowtowing several times before standing and leaving.

“Wifey, your heart is too soft,” Wang Dadong said, turning to look at the thief disappearing into the distance.

The Female CEO sighed, “He endured so much pain and still didn’t let go; he must have his reasons.”

“Wifey, why don’t we follow him and see what’s going on?” Wang Dadong said, feeling curious as well.

Normally, when caught, thieves would instantly drop their stolen goods to escape.

But this one—nearly tortured to death—still refused to release Lin Shiyan’s bag.

“But he’s already gone.”

“I have a way to catch up,” Wang Dadong said, grinning mischievously before sweeping the Female CEO into his arms.

Amid her surprised cries, Wang Dadong sprinted in the direction the thief had disappeared.

Eventually, the thief arrived at a hospital and stopped by the bed of a young girl.

Their story unfolded before Wang Dadong and Lin Shiyan.

The thief and the girl were a couple who had been together since high school, dating for five years and nearly ready for marriage.

But tragedy struck—the girl was diagnosed with brain cancer.

Her condition required an expensive craniotomy to remove the tumor, a procedure with a success rate of less than ten percent.

To save his girlfriend, the boy had resorted to theft.

Tonight was the girl’s surgery, and any delay meant she would miss the best window for treatment.

Earlier, when Lin Shiyan bought ice cream, her bag had revealed a stack of cash, catching the boy’s eye and sparking his plan to rob her.

That’s why, no matter how much Wang Dadong tortured him, he still clung to the bag with all his might.

“It turns out he stole to save his girlfriend…” Lin Shiyan said, deeply moved after hearing the boy’s story.

Most people, upon discovering their girlfriend had a terminal illness, would choose to break up.

But this boy stood by her side, refusing to give up—even if it meant becoming a criminal to pay for her treatment.

Such unfailing love was rare in this increasingly cold and indifferent society.

“I’ll scrape together the remainder.

Please, could you start the surgery now?” the boy pleaded, his face full of desperation as he looked at the lead surgeon.

“I’m sorry, but that’s impossible.

This hospital isn’t a charity.

If the fees aren’t paid upfront, we can’t proceed with the surgery,” the surgeon said regretfully, shaking his head.

It wasn’t that the hospital was unkind, but breaking this rule could open the floodgates—too many people couldn’t afford treatment, and the hospital would soon go bankrupt if exceptions were made.

“Okay, wait for me.

I’ll get the money soon,” the boy said resolutely, then hurried out of the hospital, disappearing into the night.

“Doctor, how much is missing?

I’ll pay it,” Lin Shiyan stepped forward, knowing that boy had no chance of raising the money in such a short time.

“The remaining amount isn’t much, but the success rate for this surgery is so low.

I said one in ten to give them hope—truthfully, the success rate is less than one percent, unless…” the doctor sighed.

In fact, during the girl’s hospital stay, the boy’s actions had deeply moved him, even as someone used to witnessing life and death.

Many times, when the boy came to pay for the girl’s treatment, his body was battered and bruised.

For this reason, the doctor didn’t want the girl to undergo this surgery—a procedure that costs too much and has such slim odds of success.

The “unless” he mentioned was if two of the four Ghost Doctors could perform the surgery together, significantly increasing the odds.

But getting even one Ghost Doctor to help was nearly impossible, let alone two.

After all, money couldn’t buy the services of these four mysterious Ghost Doctors.

Thus, the doctor didn’t bother explaining the “unless” part—it would be futile anyway.

If they could fantasize about inviting two Ghost Doctors, they might as well take a one percent chance.

Lin Shiyan fell silent after hearing the doctor’s words.

One percent—barely even a one-in-ten survival rate.

It was almost certain death.

“Doctor, please do your best,” Lin Shiyan said earnestly after a brief silence.

Even the tiniest sliver of hope wasn’t worth giving up.

Looking at the girl, she couldn’t help but see herself reflected in her.

Although Chen Bowen had reassured her that she was fine, she wasn’t stupid; she could sense that Wang Dadong’s cheerful demeanor was forced.

This meant her health wasn’t “fine” at all; in fact, something was gravely wrong.

She could see it from how Wang Dadong was now catering to her every need.

That girl had at least a one percent chance of survival.

But as for her?

If even Huaxia’s best medical experts couldn’t treat her, then Chen Bowen and Wang Dadong’s secrecy made it all too clear.

She was surely suffering from some terrible illness.