Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God Chapter 1427 - 1426

At the festival site, Mayor Olisky suddenly felt the world spinning around him during his speech. He staggered slightly and would have fallen if he hadn’t tried to control it; he truly struggled to hold himself up.

He knew what fainting publicly would mean: the end of his political career. A mayor in poor health couldn’t manage a city.

He couldn’t allow himself to collapse; he wanted to stay in his position and realize his ambitions.

He hadn’t planned to attend this festival, but it was such an important day that if he didn’t show up as the mayor, it would certainly disappoint the citizens, so he forced himself to come.

His illness kept him from staying in crowded places, and amidst such a bustling atmosphere, just standing there made him feel suffocated.

He could only put on a forced smile, pretending everything was fine, chatting gaily with the citizens.

Yet he couldn’t keep up the pretense until the end, hastily finishing his speech, forcing himself to leave the scene, still trying to act as if nothing was wrong. Without his bodyguards to support him, he likely wouldn’t have made it to the car before collapsing.

Struggling to get back to the car, Olisky’s face was completely pale, slumped on the seat, his breathing labored.

His assistant had to quickly take out an oxygen mask, helping him put it on to let him catch his breath.

"Quickly notify Doctor Thomas, I need to see him immediately," Olisky ordered.

The convoy headed back to City Hall.

Back at City Hall, bodyguards carried Olisky into his office on a stretcher. In the office, an elderly doctor was already waiting; he was Olisky’s attending physician, Thomas, a renowned doctor from Central Europe.

He had been secretly treating Olisky’s illness for three years. It could be said that no one in this world understood Olisky’s condition better than him.

"Mr. Mayor, why didn’t you heed my advice? Didn’t I tell you not to attend the festival?" Thomas looked at Olisky, somewhat angry.

Olisky forced a smile: "I’m sorry, Thomas, I broke my promise. I had to attend today’s festival; I couldn’t let the citizens down."

Thomas said angrily: "Is their experience more important, or your life more important? You have to understand, you might not have come back alive; if you lose your life, what significance does anything else hold?"

Olisky said: "Sorry, I just wanted to do my best."

Thomas sighed and said: "Let’s not speak any more; Mr. Mayor, your treatment is what matters now."

Thomas began to treat Olisky. As he examined Olisky’s body, he furrowed his brows, showing a worried expression on his face.

Olisky said: "Thomas, has my condition worsened again?"

Thomas squeezed out a faint smile: "Don’t worry, Mr. Mayor, you will be fine."

Olisky said: "You don’t need to lie to me. I know my body best. Recently, the time I can breathe smoothly has been getting shorter. Thomas, be honest, how much time do I have left?"

Thomas paused for a moment, sighed, and said: "Three months, Mr. Mayor, based on the current situation."

Olisky was stunned, then bitterly smiled: "I truly wish I had more time; if heaven could let me live a few more years..."

At this moment, Olisky’s assistant walked in, looking at Olisky, hesitant to speak.

Olisky asked: "Daisy, what’s happened?"

The assistant had no choice but to say: "Mr. Mayor, now people outside are discussing your performance at the festival site. Some are questioning your health condition; there’s quite a bit of talk, and our opponents have started to take advantage of it. Plus, TV station reporters have called, wanting to interview you."

Olisky sighed and said: "I didn’t think I tried so hard to disguise it, yet I still gave myself away."

He knew what this meant: if he couldn’t provide the public with a clarification proving his health, then what awaited him would be attacks from enemies. Those opposing him would jump out and demand his resignation.

However, in his current state, how could he possibly accept an interview? It seemed he couldn’t hide anymore.

Thomas comforted him: "Mr. Mayor, perhaps the time has come to lay down your burdens and live for yourself."

Olisky knew Thomas’s advice was correct, but how could he bear it? He had many ambitions yet to realize; if he publicly revealed his illness now, it would be tantamount to cutting his career path short.

Bang bang!

Someone knocking on the door.

To prevent the news from leaking, they shut the doors for treatment. In City Hall, only Olisky’s closest confidants knew of his illness.

Olisky signaled his assistant to open the door.

The assistant went over, first opening the door a crack to look outside, and saw it was actually the security personnel from City Hall.

"Mr. Mayor is busy now; what’s the matter?" the assistant asked.

Security said, "It’s like this, two people have come outside, saying they know what illness Mr. Mayor has and can cure it."

In the security’s mind, Mr. Mayor looked spirited, without any illness, so at first, he thought the visitors were just causing trouble and planned to send them away.

Lin Fan said: "If you won’t pass it on, if something happens to the Mayor, it’ll be on you. This responsibility is not something you can bear, surely?"

Upon hearing this, the security personnel had to bite the bullet and report. If it were true, it would be a big deal; if false, there would be time to deal with Lin Fan.

The assistant heard this and immediately frowned: "Drive them away!"

Security said: "Are you sure?"

Just then, Olisky asked: "Daisy, what happened?"

"Wait a moment." The assistant closed the door and returned to Olisky’s side, "It’s the security; they said two people want to see you, claiming they can cure your illness. I guess they must be reporters, coming to gather information. I plan to send them away."

Olisky said: "They said they can cure my illness?"

The assistant said: "That’s what security said."

Olisky furrowed his brows. The assistant’s guess might be right; those reporters were cunning and sensitive. Perhaps they suspected Olisky’s illness and came to inquire.

But if, by chance, the visitors were truly doctors?

"No need to guess, have the security drive them away; those claiming they can cure you are certainly fraudsters!" Thomas said. In his view, Olisky was already beyond saving.

Olisky always respected Thomas; Thomas’s words shouldn’t be false.

"Alright." Olisky nodded.

The assistant went back to open the door and told the security: "Go tell them, Mr. Mayor is in good health; have them leave!"

Yet the security personnel didn’t leave. Instead, they had a somewhat odd expression.

The assistant frowned: "Was I not clear enough?"

The security said: "That person... he seemed to anticipate you would refuse; he said, if you refuse to see him, for me to pass on a message."

The assistant said: "What message?"

The security said: "Heart disease, three months."

The assistant’s face changed, and they told the security once more: "Wait a moment."

Closing the door, the assistant came before Olisky with an odd expression: "Mr. Mayor, I think you should see them."