I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 971: Chance encounter

Chapter 971: Chance encounter

Shi Zhenhua reprimanded.

"Miss, here’s your water."

Shi Qianxi held the glass and took a sip, "Mature? I don’t think so. He just has no feelings for me!"

"Foolish!"

Shi Zhenhua lectured, "If he had no feelings for you, would he refuse your bone marrow donation? Can’t you use your brain to think properly?"

Holding the cup, Shi Qianxi turned her head, "Dad, do you think so too?"

Shi Zhenhua stayed silent.

Shi Qianxi, lost in thought, muttered to herself, "Actually, I’ve thought about this too. If it were a stranger donating the bone marrow instead of me, he probably wouldn’t refuse. Right, Dad?"

Shi Zhenhua remained silent.

"Hah, I knew it. That guy must like me; he just pretends to be tough."

Shi Qianxi talked to herself, suddenly laughing more and more deliriously.

Shi Zhenhua was still silent.

" Dad, I’m going to take a shower."

After speaking, Shi Qianxi put down the glass, quickly stood up, and briskly turned to go upstairs, a stark contrast to her previously fiery demeanor.

Shi Zhenhua shook his head, considering calling Jiang Chen, but eventually decided against it.

That young man was calm and mature; he would know what to do without needing his interference.

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Space Center Hospital.

A man in black approached a Bentley, leaned over the lowered window, and said respectfully, "Miss, she’s taking a walk downstairs."

Shi Qianxi took off her sunglasses.

The bodyguard respectfully opened the car door.

Shi Qianxi stretched out her shapely legs, her black stilettos touching the ground.

"Just stay here."

"Yes."

Shi Qianxi walked toward the hospital alone.

Ai Qian was sitting on a bench soaking up the sun, its warmth making one feel all soft and fuzzy.

Wei Chuyin had come down with her for a walk and then went to consult the doctor about the current medical condition.

Overall, the chemotherapy was going quite smoothly; after all, it was a leading hospital in treating blood diseases, and it effectively slowed the deterioration, stabilizing the rapidly worsening condition.

Of course,

Chemotherapy was a double-edged sword.

It killed cancer cells but also destroyed the body’s normal cells.

Under this tremendous destruction, the already frail Ai Qian got even thinner within just two weeks, as if a gust of wind might blow her away.

Even though a hat could cover her bald head from chemotherapy, the sickly pallor of her face still clearly distinguished her from healthy people.

Ai Qian slightly tilted her head up, closed her eyes, and savored the sunshine.

Suddenly,

The calm steps of high heels approached, stopped, and then it sounded like someone sat down next to her.

Ai Qian opened her eyes.

"Is this seat taken?"

The woman, looking politely ahead, asked.

"No."

Ai Qian smiled.

"Do you know where the hospital’s building 8 is?"

The woman turned her head.

She was a beautiful, aristocratic-looking woman; even in her approachable demeanor, her innate richness could not be hidden.

Ai Qian lifted her hand, pointing towards the building she was attending, "That’s building 8."

The woman, probably not much older than her, glanced in that direction.

"Thank you."

Sure enough,

She must be visiting a relative.

"Are you alone?"

The woman asked offhandedly although wearing a coat, the hospital clothes and pants underneath revealed Ai Qian’s status as a patient.

Patients usually went outside for fresh air accompanied by relatives, just like those around them.

"My friend has gone to see the doctor."

Ai Qian replied amiably.

"Then I’ll keep you company until she comes down."

The elegant woman didn’t rush to leave, quite warm-hearted, perhaps as a thank you for the directions.

Ai Qian did not reject this kindness.

"The weather is really nice today."

She looked up at the clear blue sky and said softly.

"This good weather will last for another week."

The aristocratic woman rejoined, "But it will get colder after that."

"Entering winter, it indeed should get colder."

Ai Qian softly said, "It’s a pity you can’t see the snow in East Sea."

"You can’t see it in East Sea, but you can go other places."

Ai Qian smiled and stayed silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

The atmosphere quieted down.

A gentle breeze, the light warm and inviting.

Had it not been a hospital, the ambiance might have been even more delightful.

Ai Qian reached into her pocket, pulled out a box of medicine, then grabbed the thermos next to her and swallowed a pill.

"What illness do you have?"

The elegant lady asked, her intrusion not entirely unseemly.

After taking her medicine, Ai Qian put the bottle back into her pocket, held the thermos in one hand, and casually pulled down her woolen beanie with the other.

"Hair loss," she said, "guess what the illness is."

The elegant lady fell silent for a moment, looking at Ai Qian’s pale face, "You’re still very young, aren’t you?"

"Maybe I’ve done too many bad things."

Ai Qian’s expression was neither blaming nor bitter, an incomprehensible serenity displayed on her unfortunate face.

"Are you here to visit a friend?"

The elegant lady looked at her for a while, then diverted her gaze.

"No."

"But many people say that visiting the hospital occasionally can give you some inspiration on how to live your life."

Ai Qian smiled, seemingly unaware of the unnecessary question about directions the other woman had asked before.

"That makes sense. But it’s best to visit places like hospitals as little as possible. They’re not good luck."

The two, strangers to each other, seemed quite taken with each other, experiencing no awkwardness or restraint.

"How is your treatment going?"

The elegant lady asked.

"Not bad, I can eat and sleep."

Ai Qian responded easily.

The elegant lady couldn’t help but laugh, "You have a good attitude."

"I can’t make things harder for myself. I still have friends who hope I’ll get better; for them, I have to stay positive."

"Isn’t the best treatment for this kind of disease a bone marrow transplant?"

The elegant lady asked reasonably.

Ai Qian nodded, "Yes, but it’s hard to find the right person."

"You don’t seem worried."

The elegant woman observed.

"Worrying wouldn’t help. If it did, I would worry. Everything I’m experiencing now is what I’m supposed to go through. Until I’ve gone through it all, the right person won’t appear—or perhaps they might never appear."

"It feels like I’m listening to a Buddhist master speak."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Ai Qian laughed, but mid-laugh, she suddenly coughed violently, as if she were coughing up her insides.

She quickly fished a handkerchief from another pocket, covered her mouth, and after catching her breath, she packed away the handkerchief, opened the thermos, and took a few sips of water.

"Sorry."

Her voice was hoarse, and the violent coughing added a flush of color to her face.

The elegant lady didn’t seem to mind.

"Let’s go back to the ward; you probably need to rest more now."

"Okay."

Ai Qian seemed to lack the energy to chat further, "Then I’ll go first,"

The elegant woman nodded.

Ai Qian, supporting her knees, stood up—an action simple for most but tremendously difficult for her.

Though the disease might not have broken her spirit, it was relentlessly ravaging her body.

The elegant woman sat on the bench, unmoving, offering no pitying hand.

"Take it slow!"

At that moment, Wei Chuyin hurried over, carefully supporting Ai Qian.

"It’s okay."

Ai Qian smiled, then looked toward the elegant lady with whom she had been speaking.

Wei Chuyin also noticed the other woman.

"Miss Shi, we’ll get going,"

Ai Qian said goodbye.

Shi Qianxi’s eyes flickered, "You know me?"

"Last year at East Sea University’s New Year’s Eve party, you were a guest invited by the school, and I sang a song there; I saw you."

Shi Qianxi realized.

She had long forgotten about that.

"You have a good memory."

"You are so young and outstanding, Miss Shi; it’s hard to forget you."

Wei Chuyin, unable to join the conversation, looked strangely at Shi Qianxi.

"Let’s go."

Ai Qian said.

Wei Chuyin turned and walked with her.

"Who is she? How were you together?"

Wei Chuyin whispered as they gradually walked away.

Ms. Shi Qianxi, accustomed to being haughty in front of her own father, withdrew her gaze and sat alone on the bench, looked up at the clear blue sky, and slowly closed her eyes, seemingly lulled by the warm rays of light.