The entire ocean is my fishing ground.

Chapter 77 Divine Fish Saves Lives

Lin Chen did not satisfy Tang Zhen and Luo Yi's curiosity.

He left only the words "personal matter" and arranged for Sun Heizi to hand over the responsibilities to the hotel. He then took the special constant-temperature hibernation pod and got into an inconspicuous Volkswagen alone.

The car left the dock and instead of heading to the city center, it detoured to a heavily guarded sanatorium on the outskirts of the provincial capital.

Huo Family Sanatorium, main building ward.

The atmosphere was very oppressive.

"Nonsense. This is simply playing with Old Master Huo's life."

A white doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses was angrily berating the incubator Lin Chen had brought in broken Chinese. His hair was neatly combed.

He was Andrew, Old Master Huo's personal physician.

"Mr. Lin, I respect your contribution in finding blood coral for Elder Huo, but it was only after our team analyzed the components and confirmed that it was harmless that it was used in medicine."

"But what is this? A wild fish that hasn't undergone any quarantine? It's completely blood red, clearly a product of genetic mutation, and who knows how many unknown toxins and allergens it contains."

Andrew pointed at the hibernation pod, his emotions running high.

"Given Mr. Huo's current physical condition, any external stimulus could lead to multiple organ failure. Giving him this bowl of fish soup is no different from injecting him with poison. If someone dies, can you bear the responsibility?"

The nurses and assistant doctors behind him also looked disapproving.

Lin Chen ignored him and simply stared quietly at the frail old man on the hospital bed.

The monitor emitted a piercing alarm intermittently, and all the data showed dangerous red lights.

"Andrew..."

Old Master Huo, lying on his sickbed, struggled to open his eyes, his voice weak but dignified.

"Listen...listen to Mr. Lin."

"Old Huo."

Andrew panicked.

"This is not scientific. It goes against all common medical sense."

Old Huo's cloudy eyes turned to Lin Chen, revealing a hint of trust.

"I am the master of my own destiny."

"Young friend, thank you for your trouble."

Seeing Old Master Huo's resolute expression, Andrew could only retreat dejectedly to the side, arms crossed, his face full of indifference, waiting to see how he would handle the situation.

Lin Chen said no more. He opened the hibernation pod, handed the mutated blood bird's nest fish to the waiting Huo family steward, and whispered a few special instructions about the cooking time and temperature.

The old housekeeper dared not be negligent. Holding the fish as if it were a rare treasure, he strode towards the private kitchen.

Half an hour later.

An indescribable, exotic fragrance wafted from the direction of the kitchen, filling the entire ward.

It wasn't the fishy smell of ordinary fish soup, but a pure aroma that invigorated the spirit.

Andrew's nose twitched involuntarily, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Soon, the old butler came in carrying a bowl of fish soup with a clear broth that looked like pale golden nectar.

At Lin Chen's prompting, he carefully helped Old Huo up, scooped up half a bowl with a silver spoon, and slowly fed him.

Everyone held their breath.

Andrew stared intently at the monitor screen, ready to perform emergency resuscitation at any moment.

Old Huo drank the fish soup and initially showed no unusual reaction; he simply closed his eyes, seemingly savoring the taste.

Ten seconds later.

The urgent, piercing alarm came to an abrupt halt.

On the screen, the red alert numbers for heart rate, blood pressure, and blood oxygen saturation turned green one after another.

Those continuously declining curves began to steadily rebound at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Old Huo's originally ashen face regained a healthy rosy glow at an incredible speed.

His previously weak breathing became steady and powerful.

"This...this is impossible."

Andrew rushed to the monitor, braced his hands on the equipment, and stared wide-eyed.

He ripped off the long strip of data that had just been printed from the machine, his fingers trembling slightly from the force. Every single indicator on it was reversing in a positive direction.

"The cell activity index... has increased by 120 percent... has the trend of organ failure... stopped? No, it's reversing."

He mumbled incoherently, as if talking in his sleep.

He even forgot that his gold-rimmed glasses had slipped off his nose, staring blankly at the green light on the screen that indicated stable vital signs, his mouth slightly open, forgetting even to breathe.

"Good...good soup."

Old Huo, lying on his sickbed, suddenly opened his eyes. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and although his voice was still a little hoarse, it was full of energy.

He even propped himself up on the edge of the bed and sat up straight.

This scene moved the elderly housekeeper and nurses standing nearby to tears.

Old Huo excitedly grasped Lin Chen's hand; that hand, which had been weak not long ago, now had some warmth and strength.

"Young friend Lin, I can't thank you enough. Tell me, what do you want? A check, or the Huo family's overseas assets? Name your price."

The old butler had already tactfully handed over a checkbook and a gold pen.

Lin Chen gently pushed the checkbook back.

"Mr. Huo, I don't need money for the time being."

What I lack is a channel.

Old Master Huo was slightly taken aback, then understood what was going on, and his eyes showed a hint of admiration.

Lin Chen said frankly.

"I made a fortune selling ambergris and blood coral, but Shao Kun from the provincial chamber of commerce used his connections to freeze it. I need Mr. Huo to use your offshore capital channels overseas to help me get these funds out through legal investment."

Old Huo burst into laughter.

"Good. What a brilliant use of leverage."

He immediately looked at the old butler.

"Go ahead and do it. Use the highest authority and our trust fund in Switzerland to revitalize Mr. Lin's funds as quickly as possible."

"in addition,"

As if remembering something, Old Master Huo took out a jet-black card with dark gold patterns inlaid on the edge from a hidden compartment in the bedside table and solemnly handed it to Lin Chen.

"This is an access card for the Black Gold Club. It's anonymous, and there are fewer than twenty of them in the entire city. From now on, with this card, you can freely access any business in the city that bears the Huo family's logo. The connections there will be useful for your Dragon Ridge Ocean."

Lin Chen took the card; it felt slightly heavy in his hand, with an extraordinary texture.

This is more valuable than any check.

This is not just a card, but a token that the Huo family considers him one of their own.

……

at the same time.

The president's office on the top floor of the Provincial Chamber of Commerce Building.

"Bang."

A Qing Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase worth millions was smashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Shao Kun's chest heaved violently, and his face turned ashen.

He had just received news that Ghost Hand's plan at the Marriott Hotel had completely failed.

Lin Chen not only avoided making a fool of himself, but also used this opportunity to secure Marriott's exclusive supplier contract for the next three years.

That country bumpkin in his eyes has now become his biggest worry.

"Lin Chen... Dragon Ridge Ocean..."

Shao Kun said through gritted teeth.

I dialed a number.

"Pass down the notice: in my capacity as president of the provincial chamber of commerce, I will issue an industry blacklist."

"From now on, cut off all services from Jiangcheng and the provincial capital to Longji Ocean Shipping by all high-end cold chain logistics companies."

"I want all his fish to rot on the dock."

"I want that nine-figure contract he signed to become a nine-figure death warrant."