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Chapter 961 - 693 Sugar (Thanks for the tip!)_2

Chapter 961: 693 Sugar (Thanks for the tip!)_2

Jiang Chen was actually taking the initiative to explain his trip to Chang’an.

The other party might not ask, but he couldn’t not tell.

"She’s that sick, and you still threaten her? Do you have any humanity at all?"

"What should I do, then?"

"You could’ve persuaded her with kindness and reason."

Li Shuru curved her lips playfully.

Jiang Chen permitted himself a smile, "Was I exposed that quickly?"

Of course.

They both knew it was a joke.

Whatever happened, the truth was, after leaving the campus, that past affection was destined to remain in the past.

Jiang Chen himself knew.

Li Shuru knew.

Ai Qian knew as well.

Life is like that, filled with countless one-way forks in the road, where no one knows which direction is right, and if you take a wrong turn, you can’t go back. You can look back, but you can’t walk back.

"You have to believe that good people will always have divine aid."

Li Shuru’s expression softened.

"Good people?"

"The fact that she met you is proof enough that she’s a very, very lucky person."

Jiang Chen smiled, then his smile involuntarily faded.

Suddenly.

He began to fantasize.

If Ai Qian had never met him, might it be possible that she’d have had a better life?

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These past few days, Jiang Chen hadn’t visited the hospital, instead accompanying Xue Mingqin and other elders, fulfilling his familial duties.

Li Shuru was right, Ai Qian probably didn’t want to see anyone at this time, including him.

Until the call from the hospital director came through.

It wasn’t good news.

"General Jiang, for a transplant to occur, the blood type must match, or it may cause a severe rejection reaction. But Ms. Ai’s blood type is Rh-negative, which is extremely rare, one in ten thousand. I’ve already contacted various hospitals in East Sea, but so far, no suitable bone marrow donor has been found."

Jiang Chen, of course, knew Ai Qian’s blood type.

They had even joked about it in the past.

Rh-negative blood, also known as ’Panda Blood’, was, as the director had said, extremely rare.

But sometimes rarity isn’t a blessing, as was the case now.

"If there’s none in East Sea, what about other places? No matter how rare the blood type is, surely she can’t be the only one with it, right?"

"Of course not."

The director said, "I have uploaded Ms. Ai’s information onto the national hospital network, to match her with a suitable donor. However, General Jiang, Ms. Ai’s condition is critical, and we can’t afford to just wait."

The director dutifully stated, "According to the advice of the specialist team, to prevent Ms. Ai’s condition from deteriorating, we should start with chemotherapy to control it while waiting for a match, taking a two-pronged approach. If the chemotherapy is effective, we might not need to rely on a transplant."

Jiang Chen naturally had no objections.

"Proceed with the specialist team’s plan, then."

Not long after the director’s call, Jiang Chen’s phone rang again.

It was Wei Chuyin.

"Jiang Chen, can you come to the hospital?"

"What’s the matter?"

"The doctors said some documents need a family member’s signature. I can’t sign..."

Jiang Chen immediately understood her meaning.

"I’ll come over in a bit."

"Okay."

"Is it the hospital?"

Li Shuru was with him, strolling along the Bund with the two elders.

The elders were taking photos.

"Yes, the hospital says Ai Qian’s condition requires chemotherapy, which needs a family member’s signature."

Li Shuru knew that Ai Qian’s family was not yet aware of this.

"Go take care of it."

"I’ll go later tonight."

Jiang Chen looked at the elders.

Li Shuru looked at him strangely, "What time do you think it is? Treatment is about racing against death; you can’t delay until tonight."

Jiang Chen felt she made sense, "I’ll go and talk to Aunt Xue and others."

"It’s fine, I’ll talk to them. You hurry on now."

Jiang Chen looked at the girl.

"Go on."

Li Shuru urged.

Jiang Chen nodded his head and turned to leave.

Hospital.

"General Jiang, the rule requires a direct relative’s signature."

Jiang Chen, who had rushed over by car, went straight to the primary physician.

"If there are any unexpected issues, I’ll take responsibility."

The primary physician looked troubled. If it were anyone else, the consent would certainly not be possible. But after all, the young man in front of him was no ordinary person.

Rules are set by humans; they’re not without room for negotiation.

"I’ll go report to the dean."

Jiang Chen left the office and headed to the ward.

As he pushed the door open, Wei Chuyin glanced at him, brushed past him quietly, and walked out, leaving the space to the two of them.

"Hospitals aren’t that scary, are they?"

Indeed.

The special care ward’s environment greatly neutralized the cold feeling of the hospital.

"I didn’t ask for this kind of room."

Ai Qian’s tone was like a reproach for the other person’s reckless spending. After all, she might not need to pay for it now, but she would eventually have to repay the money.

Of course.

If there was a later to speak of.

"When that time comes, you can just pay the rate of a standard room."

Jiang Chen said nonchalantly.

Sitting propped up in bed, Ai Qian smiled and shuffled her bottom, finding a more comfortable position.

"The hospital has prepared chemotherapy for you."

Jiang Chen sat down on the chair beside the bed.

Ai Qian’s face tensed ever so slightly.

Even well-prepared, the word still sounded painfully heavy.

"Mm."

"Aren’t you afraid of the pain?"

Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

Ai Qian also returned the smile, "Do you still think of me as before?"

That was true.

She had wandered far and wide during this time, likely enduring no small amount of pain.

Jiang Chen nodded, "That’s good then."

Having said that, he glanced at Ai Qian’s lustrous hair, "Your hair will fall out too."

"Are you saying that just to upset me?"

Ai Qian laughed and cursed.

Jiang Chen, as if he hadn’t heard, continued to rub salt in the wound, "It’s good that you don’t have long hair. Losing this short hair won’t be too much of a hassle, and it won’t be hard to grow back."

Ai Qian wished Wei Chuyin would come in and kick this guy out.

"Better hurry up and leave."

She turned her head away, as if out of sight, out of mind, looking towards the window on the other side.

Jiang Chen glanced at her thin and pale face, pushed himself up from his knees, and stood. For some reason, he pulled something out of his pocket and bent down to put it on the bedside table.

"Bear with the pain, remember, you still owe me money."

Ai Qian’s shoulders quivered, as if she was laughing, still facing the window.

"Don’t worry, I definitely won’t default on the debt!"

As if reassured, Jiang Chen turned away.

The sound of his footsteps gradually faded.

Then came the sound of the door opening.

Ai Qian never turned her head.

Soon after.

Wei Chuyin walked in.

"Why did he leave so quickly?"

"With not a single good word leaving his mouth, it’s better he doesn’t come. If he comes again, don’t let him in."

"What did you two talk about?"

Wei Chuyin asked, puzzled.

Could they really be arguing at a time like this?

"Just don’t let him in, that’s all."

It was then that Wei Chuyin noticed the lingering wetness at the corners of the other person’s eyes.

She wisely didn’t ask, acting as if she saw nothing, and whispered softly, "Next, you might have to undergo chemotherapy..."

As everyone knows.

Chemotherapy is the main method of treating cancer.

It’s also a double-edged sword.

While killing off cancer cells, it can also greatly destroy the patient’s body.

Many patients simply don’t make it through this stage, passing away during or even after chemotherapy.

That’s why terminally ill patients would rather wait to die at home than come to the hospital.

Sometimes, waiting to die at home might give them a bit more time to live.

So, chemotherapy is risky, and the risk is quite significant.

That’s why Jiang Chen was joking earlier.

To call it a joke might be an understatement; it was a kind of subtle encouragement.

"He just told me, and I’m not afraid."

Ai Qian forced a smile.

Over the last few days, she had looked up a lot of information and knew what chemotherapy was all about, understood the pain one has to endure, and the physical toll it takes—Wei Chuyin could hardly bear to see her like this.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed an additional box of rainbow candies on the bedside table.

"Where did this candy come from?"

Ai Qian turned her head, her mind wandering for a moment, then picked up the candy jar, holding it in her hand, and said as if to herself, laughing,

"If it hurts, just eat some candy, right?"