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With this punch, the force was indeed not light. Qing Cang's hands seemed ready to burst into flames as he firmly grasped Shen Qingyou's chin.
Leaning against the door frame, Shen Qingyou struggled to adjust her breathing. As his grip tightened, sweat trickled down her chin and fell onto the floor. Her gaze had become somewhat dazed; this man was smiling, his dark eyes unfathomable, his cold and piercing gaze hinting at bloodshed, with deep features and a handsome profile...
Suddenly, she recalled how he had looked when she saw him at the hospital entrance earlier—his smile radiant like a tearing sun, blooming brilliantly. That kind of allure was enough to make any woman’s heart flutter. Yet now, he was still smiling, but it resembled a flower of the dark night, exuding a seductive glow while feeling icy to the touch, chilling to the bone. Had she truly angered this tyrant before her?
Qing Cang leaned closer to Shen Qingyou, lifting her chin and speaking in an icy tone, “You crazy woman!”
Yes, she had gone mad. Ever since receiving that phone call from her mother in the morning, she had lost her mind. She wished the whole world would go mad too; then she could put an end to this endless suffering...
“I just wanted him to see my father!”
Shen Qingyou choked back tears, her eyes brimming with unshed tears that threatened to spill over.
This foolish woman...
Qing Cang cursed inwardly and then released his grip on Shen Qingyou. “If you had done this earlier, it wouldn’t have happened!”
Now free, Shen Qingyou leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. Her chin throbbed painfully from where he had held it, and she frowned at the man whose attitude had changed completely.
Seeing Shen Qingyou's pained expression, Qing Cang let out a soft sneer. He leaned in closer, lowering his head to whisper in her ear in a voice only they could hear, “Remember, don’t provoke me again!”
“Don’t worry; there will never be a next time!” Shen Qingyou turned her face away. This man—she hoped she would never have to see him again in the next second.
"Hey, do you all see me as nonexistent?" Li Haoran awkwardly emerged from between the two of them. "Aren't we here to see a doctor?"
This woman really didn't know her place. If she stayed any longer, Li Haoran genuinely worried she might leave missing an arm or a leg.
Watching the two figures disappear at the stairway, Qing Cang's hawk-like eyes flashed with a hint of amusement. What a fierce wildcat; it was hard to connect this woman, who had just fought, with the one who had been sitting on the bus earlier. Qing Cang touched his flushed cheek and turned back into the room, his gaze falling on a shiny object on the floor. He bent down to pick it up, examining it carefully in his palm. Then, a meaningful smile curved at the corners of his mouth. It seemed that this woman was not too far away from him after all.
"Doctor Li, I'm really sorry about earlier. I was just so worried about my father's illness..." In the elevator, Shen Qingyou looked like a child who had made a mistake, her head bowed low, her hands nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, completely different from before.
As he looked at Shen Qingyou, this woman truly was hard to read. Was she fragile? Yet just moments ago, she had fiercely taken down a trained officer. Now, she appeared so delicate that one couldn't help but want to hold her gently in their hands.
While Li Haoran was lost in thought, the elevator came to a steady stop. Many patients waiting behind rushed toward Li Haoran upon seeing him. His expression turned cold as he said to the nurse beside him, "Have everyone line up!" His tone showed no trace of the gentleness from before. He then turned to Shen Qingyou and said, "You can come in."
Shen Qingyou along with Father Shen and Mother Shen walked in. Without thinking twice, Li Haoran closed the consultation room door. This was the first time he had opened up such a space; instinctively, he wanted to provide her with a quiet environment. Anyone who had just learned that they or their loved ones had such an illness needed some space to adapt, and he had only given her that space.
"Doctor Li, my father's illness..."
Shen Qingyou handed over the report in her hand to Li Haoran. His wise eyes quickly scanned it: "Sister Shen, I suggest you arrange for surgery as soon as possible..."
"Can surgery completely cure him?" A spark of hope ignited fiercely in her deep-set eyes. Since he could perform surgery, did that mean things hadn't reached their worst?
"Sister Shen, I think you misunderstood. The surgery can only remove the tumor but cannot completely eliminate the disease!" Although it was cruel, Li Haoran still told her the truth. He knew that even though she seemed fragile, she must have the capacity to bear it.
"Then how long can my father live?"
"This is the question that cancer patients ask most often, but I'm sorry, I still can't answer you. According to the current level of medical advancement, no one can answer your question. Some people can live for ten years, twenty years, but some can only live for one year, two years. This not only depends on medication but also on the patient's mindset..."
Every word from Li Haoran struck Shen Qingyou like a hammer, each blow landing heavily on her heart. How could she bear such a huge disparity between twenty years and one year?
"Of course, Sister Shen, I suggest you arrange for your uncle to be hospitalized as soon as possible because we need some time to evaluate the risks of surgery for him. If the risks are too high, even if your family requests it, our hospital will not proceed with the surgery and will only adopt conservative chemotherapy treatment!"
"Okay, okay, I'll arrange it immediately." Shen Qingyou nodded vigorously, as if pounding garlic. Now, every word from Li Haoran felt like a decree to her; she had subconsciously come to regard him as the only person she could trust and rely on.
After Father Shen and Mother Shen left, Shen Qingyou turned around and quietly asked, "Doctor Li, how much will it cost to treat my father's illness?"
Seeing her expression, could it be that she was under financial pressure? Indeed, cancer is an extremely costly disease; since it cannot be cured, the expenses will continue in the future.
"Currently, it will cost about two hundred thousand."
"Two hundred thousand?"
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