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Chapter 958 - 692 makes sense (Thanks for the tip!)

Chapter 958: 692 makes sense (Thanks for the tip!)

Hotels usually have a noon checkout time.

But Ai Qian, who was perfectly fine, got up early, just like those business travelers who were in a rush, coming down to the front desk at eight in the morning.

"I’d like to check out."

"Please wait a moment."

The receptionist notified the housekeeping aunty to inspect the room.

This is the disadvantage of budget hotels.

If it were a luxury hotel, they would never waste the guests’ time.

While waiting at the front desk, Ai Qian didn’t wait for the room inspection to finish; instead, she saw Jiang Chen coming downstairs.

Spotting Jiang Chen, she couldn’t help but pause for a moment before hearing the receptionist say, "Miss, thank you for staying with us. The deposit has been refunded to your account."

Upon hearing this, Ai Qian clearly understood what was happening.

Without a doubt, or rather decisively, it must have been the hotel that notified Jiang Chen.

Otherwise, he couldn’t have come down so timely.

Money really does make the world go round.

Originally planning to "leave without saying goodbye," she managed a wry smile.

It was to be expected.

His thoughts were always so meticulous.

And.

He understood her quite well.

"There’s no need to be in such a hurry; going back later wouldn’t be impossible."

Jiang Chen acted as if nothing was amiss.

Ai Qian knew he was making a dig at her and couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed and annoyed.

"You are infringing on my freedom of life. Do you believe I’ll call the police?"

Jiang Chen, as if deaf, handed his room card back to the receptionist and then headed straight outside.

Ai Qian stood there for a while before finally following him.

The two found a place to enjoy a breakfast featuring Chang’an Street specialties.

"How much did it cost you to arrange for me to go on stage at last night’s concert?"

Ai Qian asked.

"Don’t worry."

Jiang Chen calmly said while nibbling on a pancake, "I’ll calculate the total bill for you after the treatment is over."

"..."

Ai Qian was at a loss for words, amused yet frustrated.

It was clearly a huge favor, but why couldn’t she feel grateful at all at this moment?

"Fine, make sure you keep track of this breakfast too,"

she said.

"This meal is on you."

Jiang Chen said without any qualms.

"Why am I treating?"

Ai Qian, puzzled, replied immediately, "Otherwise, let’s go Dutch."

"We are classmates, after all. Do we really need to go Dutch over a breakfast?" Jiang Chen said.

Ai Qian, unsympathetic, replied, "Then why not you treat? You’re the big boss, and what about me? Just a screw, and actually, I’m not even that now, just an unemployed drifter who can’t afford to waste a penny."

Jiang Chen seemed to understand and nodded, but he didn’t gallantly offer to pay. Instead, annoyingly, he said, "Then it’s Dutch."

"Pfft."

Ai Qian couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking her head. She then took a spoon to sip her soup and said, "It’s a crime you’re not rich."

The two finished a meal that was both ordinary and extraordinary on Chang’an Street and then headed straight to the airport.

Ai Qian seemed to have given up on running away, or perhaps, had no way to run.

The plane soared into the clouds.

"I’m going to sleep."

She put on her eye mask.

The man beside her said nothing.

Touching down in East Sea.

Wei Chuyin came to pick them up.

The moment she saw Ai Qian, she lost control and rushed up to hug her tightly, probably tears of joy streaming down her face.

"You scared me to death!"

Ai Qian gently held her, "You’re a grown-up now, stop crying, or people will laugh at you."

Wei Chuyin lifted her head, hastily wiped her face, and clutched Ai Qian’s hand tightly, as if afraid that she would disappear again if she let go, "Let’s go to the hospital."

"Since I’m back, I won’t leave again. It’s noon now; the hospital probably isn’t open."

"Let’s go, I’ve already contacted the hospital."

Jiang Chen spoke up.

Both women turned to look at him simultaneously.

"To the hospital."

Wei Chuyin repeated to Ai Qian, without offering any additional thanks to Jiang Chen.

In the face of his kindness met with ingratitude, the words "thank you" seemed too hollow and insincere.

Ai Qian finally nodded.

Leaving the airport, the three of them went straight to the Aerospace Center Hospital, the most prestigious hospital in East Sea for blood disorders.

"General Jiang."

It was the middle of the lunch break, but the hospital director personally led the team to welcome them at the entrance.

Wei Chuyin was arm in arm with Ai Qian.

Jiang Chen shook hands with the director, "Please take care of her."

"You can count on us, General Jiang. We will do our utmost."

The director’s gaze passed over Wei Chuyin and settled directly on Ai Qian.

As a medical heavyweight, he seemed to have developed a skill akin to Fiery Eyes, able to discern a patient at a glance.

Without any need for the usual procedures, Ai Qian was directly scheduled for various tests.

The director’s office.

"General Jiang, your friend has chronic myelogenous leukemia, CML for short."

The director, holding a stack of medical reports, looked quite grave.

"Why would she suddenly get this disease?"

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but ask.

Wei Chuyin was with Ai Qian.

"Many factors can trigger leukemia. It could be genetic or environmental influences. As for the specific cause, we can’t be one hundred percent sure."

"What’s the chance of a cure?"

Although he appeared confident in front of Ai Qian, after all, leukemia was a terrifying disease.

Jiang Chen, experiencing this for the first time, wasn’t completely certain in his heart.

Facing his gaze, the director fell silent for a moment, then slowly said, "CML does have a chance of cure, and we have had patients recover in our hospital. However, this disease varies from person to person. Moreover, your friend has delayed treatment for some time now, missing out on the best period for treatment. Had she come earlier, the prospects might have been better."

Prospects.

The words that came out of the doctor’s mouth were always so cruelly sharp to the ear.