The heavy iron freight elevator clanked as it reached the rear loading dock.
CEO Su Wan walked out into the cold subterranean bay, wearing a tailored charcoal wool coat and a cream-colored cashmere scarf. Her dark hair was tied in a neat, professional ponytail, and her tablet glowed with live logistics spreadsheets.
Beside her, four Taichu medical specialists in sterile parkas wheeled a heated medical stretcher toward the cargo vans.
“Lin Mo,” Su Wan called out with a warm, relieved smile. “The medical transport team is here. Master Tang Chen is already being escorted to Taichu Hospital’s VIP spirit ward. Dr. Gu’s assistants are preparing the bone-warming broth.”
Tang Xiaomi wiped her joyful tears, bowing deeply to Su Wan. “Thank you, CEO Su! Thank you so much!”
“You don’t need to thank me, Xiaomi,” Su Wan said gently, taking the girl’s cold hands in hers. “Chairman Lin’s onboarding packages are always non-negotiable. We take care of our own.”
Lin Mo slipped the Changbai spirit-spring map into his inner coat pocket.
“The snow-lotus is loaded,” Lin Mo said deadpan. “Our hospital inventory has enough cold-weather herbs to survive an ice age.”
