Ming Jiayi turned to look at Gu Shaojin and asked anxiously, "How much longer until we get back to the city?"

"As fast as two hours."

“I might need another two hours to get back. It’s getting late, and there’s no point in you searching aimlessly outside. Have you looked for President Lin’s husband? If not, go and find him first,” Ming Jiayi instructed earnestly.

"President Lin's husband... Didn't President Lin divorce Guan Jiancheng? And Guan Jiancheng is in the hospital right now, what's the use of looking for him?" Mo Xing asked, somewhat puzzled.

“No…” Ming Jiayi rubbed her forehead, looking somewhat helpless.

She almost forgot that although Yu Cheng and Lin Xiaorou had registered their marriage, they hadn't actually announced that they were together...

"What is that?" Mo Xing asked.

“Then let’s not look for President Lin’s husband. Go to the Yu Group and find their chairman, Yu Cheng, and ask him for a favor,” Ming Jiayi replied earnestly.

"But..." Mo Xing asked, puzzled, "what if he doesn't want to?"

"I won't refuse, you should go quickly," Ming Jiayi replied somewhat anxiously.

“Okay, I’ll go now,” Mo Xing replied earnestly.

After hanging up the phone, Ming Jiayi quickly scrolled through the messages. She found the chat box with the dean, clicked on it, and saw several messages.

—Dean Chen: Jiayi, I've scheduled your surgery for that 17-year-old girl for 9 pm tomorrow. Is that time okay?

—Dean Chen: Also, I called Lin Xiaorou, and she said she felt her life had been worthwhile and she had no regrets.

—Dean Chen: In the time she had left, she wanted to do some things she had wanted to do for a long time but hadn't had the chance to. She didn't want to waste her time in the hospital waiting to die. She was also afraid that the surgery might go wrong and end her life. So she refused my offer.

Ming Jiayi fell into deep thought after reading the message. Then she slowly told Gu Shaojin the whole story, wanting to see his opinion.

Gu Shaojin listened attentively to what Ming Jiayi had to say, only to be met with his indifferent reply.

"You're a doctor, all you can do is try your best to save her. It's her fate; if she herself has no desire to continue living, how can you bring her back to life?"

"Do you think I should try to persuade her?"

"Give her your advice. Do what you should do. As for her choice after you've given her your advice, that's none of your business," Gu Shaojin replied calmly.

Ming Jiayi lowered her eyes. She found Lin Xiaorou's phone number and tentatively dialed it.

To Ming Jiayi's surprise, the call was answered very quickly.

"Hello, is this Jiayi?" Lin Xiaorou asked weakly.

"Hmm." Ming Jiayi thought for a moment, then said hesitantly, "Mo Xing told me you left behind some important documents and notes, and then you left... Where did you go?"

"Jiayi," Lin Xiaorou called out earnestly.

Ming Jiayi gave a serious "hmm," and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Xiaorou chuckled softly, her voice reaching Ming Jiayi's ears.

"Those documents contain the financial statements of Joyful Entertainment over the years, the list of artists under Joyful Entertainment, the resources I have negotiated with over the years, and the list of some business investment tycoons."

Among that stack of documents, I also tucked my share transfer agreement. There are also some important confidential documents about Joyful Entertainment that I can't disclose, which I've kept in my office safe. The combination is 1730. Please keep it safe.

“You haven’t answered my question yet,” Ming Jiayi said somewhat seriously.

Lin Xiaorou answered slowly and gently in her somewhat weak voice.

"Don't worry. These are the things I need to tell you about the company. As for me, Yu Cheng and I are on a trip, like our honeymoon. We haven't decided how long we'll stay yet, maybe three days, maybe three months."

Do you remember when you reminded me to go to the hospital? I went, and they found out I had late-stage stomach cancer; the cancer cells had already spread.

Yesterday, the hospital director called me and told me that a doctor had come to the hospital with exceptional medical skills and might be able to cure my cancer. He asked if I would like to return to the hospital for surgery.

Ming Jiayi's expression was somewhat serious. She spoke succinctly, "You refused, didn't you? Why did you refuse?"

Lin Xiaorou gave a soft "Mmm".

"I just felt it wasn't necessary. What if something went wrong during the surgery and I died on the operating table? Wouldn't that be a bigger loss for me? But the hospital director's question made me realize something."

I want to cherish the rest of my days. I don't want to work anymore; I just want to spend every day with Yu Cheng, making up for the happy days we've missed. Jiayi, can you understand what I'm doing?

"If, and I mean if, that doctor could really cure your cancer and give you more time to slowly spend with Yu Cheng, wouldn't you want that?" Ming Jiayi asked somewhat seriously.

Before Lin Xiaorou could answer, a male voice came from the phone. The voice seemed to be deliberately lowered, and Ming Jiayi couldn't quite hear what the person was saying. She only knew that Lin Xiaorou and the person were talking.

About a minute later, Lin Xiaorou's voice came through the phone again. This time, her voice had a slight echo and was much quieter.

"After I married Yu Cheng, I often thought about this question: if we hadn't gone through so much and had just gotten married from the beginning, would we still be so happy now? Or rather, would I still be who I am today?"

My answer is no. This no is not because I am unsure about my feelings for Yu Cheng, but because I feel there are too many trivial things in life that we cannot ignore, and therefore we will inevitably suffer from their torment.

I'm not sure what my life with Yu Cheng would have been like if I hadn't gotten this illness, but I think it probably wouldn't have been as happy as I imagined.

What I mean is, since it's all destined, I want my memories of her, my son Yu Cheng, and the children to remain at their most beautiful moment.

I don't want to suffer in the hospital, and I don't want my two children to watch their mother suffer from illness. I want to use this time to create memories, beautiful memories.

Ming Jiayi was somewhat stunned. Listening to Lin Xiaorou's words, she couldn't help but feel that Lin Xiaorou was a very clear-headed and goal-oriented person. What Lin Xiaorou said was so practical that it was impossible to refute her.

Having witnessed countless deaths in the hospital, Ming Jiayi still couldn't bring herself to be indifferent to life and death.

"You're right, then... take good care of yourself..."

“This is her choice,” Gu Shaojin said slowly.