In the heart of Seoul, where the city's lights shimmered like a thousand diamonds against the night, stood a hospital that towered over all others: EternaCare Medical Center. It wasn't just a hospital—it was an empire, a monument to modern medicine, and at its helm was the youngest, most celebrated surgeon the world had ever known: Lian Feng
wasn't just a name—it was a legend. At just 28 years old, he had carved his place in history with hands as precise as a maestro's and a mind sharper than the finest scalpel. From the moment he first stepped into an operating room, he had been unstoppable, a force that turned the impossible into the routine. Complex surgeries, once deemed hopeless, became success stories under his care. Newspapers hailed him as "The Miracle Maker," while his patients called him "Heaven's Gift."
But it wasn't only his surgical genius that set him apart. Lian Feng was a man who commanded attention the moment he entered a room. His striking features—sharp jawline, midnight-black hair that fell just above his mesmerizing eyes, and a quiet intensity that could silence a crowd—were as captivating as his skills. He carried himself with a confidence that was neither boastful nor cold, but a quiet assurance that inspired trust in all who met him.
Feng's success extended far beyond the operating table. He was the founder and CEO of the largest hospital chain in the country, Lian Medical Enterprises. From state-of-the-art urban facilities to rural outreach clinics, his empire stretched across the nation like a lifeline. Each hospital bore his signature touch of innovation, care, and excellence. His network wasn't just the biggest; it was the best. Patients from around the world fought to get a place in his hospitals, knowing that if anyone could save them, it was Lian Feng
Despite his immense wealth—mansions, luxury cars, and private jets at his disposal—Feng remained grounded. He was never one to flaunt his riches; instead, he poured his fortune into advancing medicine and providing care to those who couldn't afford it. His philanthropic work was as legendary as his surgeries. Entire communities owed their health to his generosity, and for this, he was not just admired but adored.
Yet, behind the scenes of his dazzling life was a man driven by an unrelenting dedication to his craft. Feng's days often began before dawn and ended long after midnight. It wasn't unusual for him to perform back-to-back surgeries, pausing only for a sip of coffee before heading to the next patient. Sleep was a luxury he rarely indulged in; his purpose was too great, his calling too loud.
Rumors surrounded him like a halo of mystery. They said he once performed a 20-hour surgery without a single misstep, saving a mother and her unborn child. Others whispered that his touch alone could stabilize a failing heart. Nurses often joked that his presence in the OR made even the machines work better. Whether these stories were true didn't matter; to the world, Lian Feng was a living legend.
He had it all: youth, beauty, brilliance, and power. Yet, it was his heart—a heart that beat only for others—that made him truly extraordinary. Lian Feng wasn't just a surgeon or a CEO. He was a symbol of hope, a beacon in the darkest of times, and a reminder that even in a world of chaos, miracles were still possible.
In the world of medicine, Lian Feng wasn't just a man; he was the lifeblood of an era, an icon whose story would be told for generations to come.
The hum of the air conditioning in Lian Feng's private office was the only sound that broke the silence as he stared at the mountain of paperwork before him. His phone, lying on the desk beside him, buzzed insistently. The screen lit up with the name "Mom." Lian Feng sighed deeply, leaning back in his chair as he picked up the call.
Mom: "Feng-ge where are you? Are you still at the hospital?"
Lian Feng (sighing): "Yes, Mom. Where else would I be?"
Mom (gently, but firmly): "You know where you need to be this evening. Don't tell me you've forgotten."
Lian Feng (feigning ignorance): "Forgotten what?"
Mom: "The meeting with the Kim family. Don't act like you didn't know. We've already spoken about this."
He closed his eyes briefly, running a hand through his dark hair. He had hoped the topic wouldn't come up again, but of course, his parents were insistent.
Lian Feng: "Mom, I've already told you I'm not sure about this. Marriage… it's not something I can just jump into because you arranged it."
Mom (calm but unwavering): "Feng-ge, I know this is sudden for you, but we've thought about this carefully. The Kim family is wonderful, and kim hyein is a lovely girl. This meeting isn't a commitment; it's just dinner. Please, for us."
There was a brief pause as Lian Feng stared at the papers on his desk, his mind clearly elsewhere.
Lian Feng : "I have a full schedule, Mom. Surgeries, consultations—"
Mom (cutting him off): "No excuses, Feng-ge. You work yourself to the bone every day, and we rarely ask for anything. This is important to us."
He let out a low groan, leaning forward and pinching the bridge of his nose. His mother knew how to corner him, and deep down, he couldn't bring himself to refuse.
Lian Feng: "Fine. But I'm only coming because it's important to you and Dad. Don't expect me to promise anything."
Mom (relieved): "That's all we're asking for. Be at the hotel by 7. And Feng-ge?"
Lian Feng: "What now?"
Mom: "Dress properly. I don't want them thinking we didn't raise you well."
The line went dead before he could respond. Lian Feng tossed the phone onto his desk and leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. The idea of an arranged marriage, of meeting someone he'd never shared a single meaningful moment with, felt alien to him. Yet, he knew he couldn't let his parents down.
As the clock neared 6:30, Lian Feng reluctantly stood from his desk. He swapped his scrubs for a perfectly tailored black suit, paired with a crisp white shirt and a tie that seemed more like a noose to him. Adjusting his cufflinks in the mirror, he muttered under his breath.
Lian feng: "This is ridiculous. Why am I even doing this?"
His driver was waiting outside the hospital entrance. As Lian Feng slid into the car, his mind raced. He had heard bits and pieces about the actress Kim hyein —beautiful, successful, adored by millions—but none of that mattered to him. Marriage wasn't just a deal to him. It was a lifetime commitment, and the very thought of it unsettled him.
By the time they arrived at the opulent Sapusa Hotel, Lian Feng had managed to mask his hesitation with a calm, unreadable expression. He stepped out of the car, the evening air crisp against his skin. The grand chandeliers inside the lobby reflected on the polished marble floors as he made his way to the private dining room reserved for their families.
As he stood outside the door, he hesitated for a moment. His heart was heavy with reluctance, but he straightened his tie and schooled his expression.
Lian Feng (to himself): "It's just dinner. Get through it, and it'll be over."
With that, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, greeted by the warm smiles of his parents, the welcoming faces of the Kim family, and the piercing gaze of a woman he assumed was Kim hyein.
The evening had only just begun.