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Chapter 301 The Arrogant Man

Song Qianyi didn't try to persuade her any further, but left after asking her a few words of concern.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Wenya looked at the man beside her in confusion; she was still waiting to get her medicine.

"Hey! Since we've known each other for a while, let me see your diagnosis. I happen to have some special medicine in there that might be able to cure your illness."

Xue Jianchen looked at her with pride, waiting for her to hand him the diagnosis report, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't receive it. When he turned his head, he saw Wenya's complicated expression.

"My illness is so minor, it's just a common cold. I can just get some medicine and it'll be fine. Wouldn't it be a waste of your talents to have you take care of it?"

Xue Jianchen's face turned cold after being rejected. "My good intentions have been taken for granted."

He only treated her out of kindness for Brother Ji's sake, but the woman didn't appreciate it at all.

Wenya left the hospital without paying attention after saying goodbye to him, without even taking her medicine. Perhaps she had forgotten that this man also worked there, and that she should be more cautious.

When Wenya went to the bar that night, she found Song Qianyi already sitting there. A bitter smile appeared on her lips. She still came.

"Tell me, what exactly happened? If you really consider me a friend, don't hide it from me."

Song Qianyi's tone was slightly somber. She felt something was off on her way back today. She had put Sui Sui to sleep before leaving the house tonight.

"You still found out." Wenya shook her head helplessly, turned around and went to the DUI department to get a few bottles of wine. She started mixing drinks for her herself. Song Qianyi didn't rush her until she was in a bad mood and realized that her condition might be very serious, otherwise she wouldn't be like this.

The hand gripping the wine glass tightened continuously.

"Okay, don't worry about me. It's nothing serious, just a stomachache."

Seeing her reaction, Wenya sighed helplessly, stepped forward and snatched the wine glass from her hand. Luckily, he wasn't very strong, otherwise the wine glass would have shattered on the spot.

However, after hearing her explanation, Song Qianyi not only did not calm down, but became even more agitated. She quickly stepped forward, snatched the wine glass from Wenya's hand, and handed it to the employee next to her.

"From now on, keep an eye on your boss and make sure she doesn't drink alcohol."

After the employees left tremblingly, Song Qianyi turned her attention to Wenya.

She said angrily, "Knowing you're not in good health, you still drink alcohol! Is stomach disease a minor issue? It could easily develop into stomach cancer! You…"

She paused abruptly, looking at Wenya beside her with a strange expression, a bad feeling creeping into her heart.

Wenya stopped hiding it and took out her medical report.

“You’re right. If I don’t get proper treatment, my stomach problem can indeed develop into stomach cancer.”

Perhaps it was God's punishment for her, given that she had drunk too much alcohol in her life.

It's a bit of a pity that I didn't get to have a proper relationship.

Song Qianyi stared in shock at the report on the table, momentarily speechless.

After a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice, "The hospital must have made a mistake with the report. Let's go and do the test again."

Her voice trembled slightly. She couldn't believe that Wenya, who was so young, could possibly develop cancer. It was just a minor stomach ailment that could have been easily treated with care. How could it have become so serious?

Seeing her persistent look, Wenya smiled and did not refuse. What she did not tell Song Qianyi was that this was her third time going to the hospital for a check-up.

At first, she didn't believe it when she saw the test results, but reality later gave her a harsh slap in the face.

This is life.

That evening, Song Qianyi contacted a more authoritative hospital to give Wenya a full-body examination.

In the ward, seeing how much she cared for her and was busy taking care of her, Wenya felt a warmth in her heart.

Having a friend like this is truly worthwhile.

"Even at a time like this, you can still laugh!"

Song Qianyi looked at her with heartache. After arriving at the hospital, she immediately arranged for Wenya to have a check-up, but the report was the same as before. She refused to believe it and arranged for two more check-ups, but there was no change.

Only then did he finally give up.

People in their early twenties have to face this kind of pain.

"Why didn't you tell me about something so important sooner?" Her voice was choked with sobs.

"Okay, don't worry too much. I'm fine now. With proper care, it might not be that serious."

Wenya comforted her with amusement, unsure for a moment which of the two of them was actually sick.

The two of them spent the whole day at the hospital, and it was quite late when they left. After returning home and thinking about it, they finally sent Wenya's medical record to Xue Jianchen, but they blurred out her name when they sent it.

Is this disease serious?

Almost a minute after the message was sent, Xue Jianchen called, and Song Qianyi answered immediately.

"Where did you get this medical record? It's not your own, is it? Let me tell you, this illness is very serious. I advise you to be hospitalized for treatment as soon as possible."

The voice on the phone was still babbling on and on, and Song Qianyi felt dizzy. She couldn't help but interrupt:

"It wasn't me." Her voice was tired, and Xue Jianchen realized something was wrong.

"what happened?"

Song Qianyi frowned, but still told him about it, though she didn't tell him who the person was.

"Then you should tell your friend to be careful. If this disease is not treated properly, it can easily turn into cancer."

"Moreover, even if you pay more attention in your daily life, it is not necessarily possible to successfully prevent it."

He had encountered such patients abroad, and it was estimated that there was an 80% chance of them developing the disease.

Song Qianyi staggered for a moment, and after hanging up the phone, she slumped onto the sofa, looking somewhat lost.

Ji Jingshen had listened to the whole thing and knew she was talking about Wenya. "Don't worry, things haven't gotten to the worst point yet. I've already asked someone to find the best doctor, and she'll get the best medicine."

"Perhaps it can be brought under control."

Song Qianyi leaned on the man's shoulder, feeling that fate loved to play tricks on her; such a good person had contracted a disease that could worsen at any time.

For several days, Song Qianyi was searching for experts who specialized in this disease, and Ji Jingshen was also helping out.

“I met a foreign expert who studies this disease. He will be coming to Beijing soon to participate in a research project. I have already made an appointment for you. You can go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow.”

Song Qianyi was surprised, but she was still very happy and immediately told Wenya about it.

Although she had given up all hope, she was unwilling to let Song Qianyi down, so she went to the hospital with her the next day.

However, while on the road, Song Qianyi's phone kept ringing.

"If you're really busy with work, I can go by myself."