Ye Qingqing was relieved. "Then there's no problem. Let me know when you've made the arrangements."

Bruno happily agreed. He was an impatient person, and as soon as Ye Qingqing agreed, he wanted to make the arrangements. The patient really couldn't afford to delay any longer; his life was counting down every day, and Ye Qingqing was that patient's only chance of survival.

"Where is your patient from? If he were in Europe, could he handle such a long journey?" Ye Qingqing asked curiously.

Although Bruno did not mention the patient's specific condition, it was easy to imagine that it was not good. Not only were the procedures from Europe to Pingjiang complicated, but it was also thousands of miles away. The terminal cancer patient who was waiting to die probably could not handle it!

“My patient has a private jet, Miss Ye, you don’t need to worry. Speaking of which, my patient is also Chinese, but his identity is very mysterious.” Bruno shrugged, his expression somewhat exaggerated, and winked at Ye Qingqing.

"My patient is said to be from a very mysterious family in China, perhaps even a descendant of one of your emperors!"

Bruno said in a serious tone that he thought the patient was most likely a descendant of royalty, otherwise how could the patient be so rich?

The private hospital where he worked was one of the world's top hospitals, and the patients it served were all extremely wealthy. If you didn't have a net worth of several billion, you couldn't even get into their hospital. So, Bruno had worked at the hospital for more than ten years and had seen countless super-rich people.

But this mysterious patient from the East still shattered Bruno's worldview, making him marvel at how incredibly wealthy people could be—the richest person he had ever met.

The world's richest man, the Jewish tycoon—none of them mattered in the face of this Eastern patient.

And those gold toilets, diamond phones, handcrafted sports cars, etc., are child's play compared to this Eastern patient.

Actually, this Eastern patient didn't do anything special, and even lived a rather simple life. But Bruno only learned by chance that the very ornate and antique spittoon the patient was using was actually the water cup of an ancient Egyptian pharaoh, and a very famous one at that.

Another similar water cup is now kept in the museum of the Great Empire, and is admired by millions of people as a treasure that money cannot buy. This Eastern patient actually used it as a spittoon.

And then there was the patient's exquisite and elegant mouthwash cup. Bruno once accidentally knocked it over, chipping it. He didn't think much of it at the time, assuming it was worthless, but when he later learned the truth, he was terrified.

The gash he broke off is worth at least ten million.

Because that mouthwash cup was made of one of the most famous types of porcelain in China, and it was once used by the emperor. There was only one left in the world, and it was in the hands of a mysterious collector, who was none other than his patient.

This is a rare treasure in the world! The price is beyond calculation. Bruno was terrified, but the patient didn't seem to care at all, saying it didn't matter if it broke. Bruno was grateful, but he was also both jealous and envious of the patient's extravagant spending.

He used to think of himself as a wealthy man, with a decent hospital salary that would allow him to live a life of luxury. But after witnessing that patient's extravagant spending, Bruno deeply realized—

He was a complete pauper!

Seeing Bruno's gossipy expression, Ye Qingqing couldn't help but chuckle. She used to think this foreign doctor was quite serious, but after getting to know him, she realized that he was not only a goofball but also a glutton, and quite easy to get along with.

"Maybe so, but no matter who he is, God is fair; no one can escape the Grim Reaper's favor!" Ye Qingqing joked.