"Girl, will she really not blame us?" Jiang Qing grabbed Si Qianyu's hand, feeling both happy and worried.
She was genuinely worried that her daughter would blame her for not keeping a close eye on her back then.
"Really, no." Si Qianyu looked at Jiang Qing and murmured, "My childhood memories are very vague, especially the sky when I was a child, it was always dark."
"But the only thing I remember is that one sunny afternoon, I said I wanted to eat, and my mother made me stand still and drew a circle around me with her foot."
"She smiled and told me not to leave, that she would be back soon..."
At this point, Si Qianyu's voice choked up: "I remember, she was wearing a woolen coat. She was in her prime back then, very beautiful, but that was twenty years ago."
"You...you are." Jiang Qing stared blankly at Si Qianyu, completely stunned for a moment.
Yes, she also remembered that sunny afternoon, which was the last time she saw her daughter.
After she bought it from a convenience store less than five meters away, her daughter had already disappeared.
She clutched at her daughter, cried, and screamed, calling her name frantically through the crowd, but received no response.
She regretted it afterwards, blamed herself, and even became depressed and contemplated suicide.
“I am Yinyin. I have a dark purple birthmark on my hand. Do you remember?” Si Qianyu slowly rolled up her sleeves.
Sure enough, on her fair and jade-like arm, there was a flame-shaped birthmark, which she had had since childhood.
"Yinyin, are you really my daughter Yinyin?" Jiang Qing grabbed Si Qianyu's hand, her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground.
“It’s me. I’m the daughter you’ve been looking for for twenty years. After I found out your address, I even stayed by your side for a while.”
Si Qianyu sobbed uncontrollably: "But I see your family of three living happily ever after, while I have already embarked on a path of no return, so I didn't want to disturb you."
"Yinyin, do you know that your position is irreplaceable? Even though your father and I have your younger brother, I will never forget you."
Jiang Qing held her daughter tightly, sobbing uncontrollably, terrified that Si Qianyu would suddenly disappear again.
Zhuo Wei stood to the side, tears streaming down his face. He trembled and kept saying, "God has opened his eyes, God has really opened his eyes."
"Your father's illness can't be delayed any longer. Let's go back and talk about it later." Ye Xingchen patted Si Qianyu on the shoulder.
Si Qianyu nodded and let go of her mother's hand: "Mom, let's go back and talk about it. Dad's illness can't be delayed any longer."
“Mr. Ye, this is a cancer hospital with the world’s best cancer experts. Why don’t you let this young lady’s parents stay here?” Yuan Hao quickly stepped forward, not wanting to miss such an opportunity to curry favor with Ye Xingchen.
"I've already said, I don't need it. Your so-called experts are just idiots to me." Ye Xingchen glanced at him, showing no mercy whatsoever.
"This..." Yuan Hao looked embarrassed, but he still smiled and said, "Mr. Ye's medical skills are indeed unparalleled, but the patient still needs time to recover, right?"
"Our cancer hospital's rehabilitation department is the best in Beijing. After you treat Mr. Zhuo, it would be better for him to recuperate here than anywhere else, wouldn't it?"
"What do you think?" Ye Xingchen glanced at Si Qianyu; Yuan Hao was indeed right.
The rehabilitation department of the cancer hospital is the best in Yanjing. Those who can recuperate here are all powerful and wealthy.
"I'll do whatever you say." Si Qianyu helped her parents up.
"Alright, then I'll make the decision." Ye Xingchen nodded slightly. "Thank you for your trouble, Dean Yuan."
"Mr. Ye, you're too kind. I'll arrange it right away. However, I'd like to have the hospital's specialists observe you while you're treating patients," Yuan Hao said with a forced smile. "To broaden their horizons and expand their knowledge..."
"No problem." Ye Xingchen nodded.
Yuan Hao quickly arranged everything, and Zhuo Wenguang ran around excitedly, saying, "Dean, I'm their nephew, it's best for me to take care of them. I promise I'll take good care of them."
“Listen, Zhuo Wei, you’re no longer a doctor at our hospital. Also, stay away from my daughter. You’re nothing but a toad, don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to.” Yuan Hao suddenly stopped and stared at him with a warning look.
"Dean Yuan, I... I really like Jingjing. I will treat her well. Please give me a chance," Zhuo Wenguang pleaded.
Heaven knows how much effort he put into getting the dean's daughter, groveling before Yuan Jing like a dog, but in the blink of an eye, all his efforts were in vain.
"Get out of here, Yuan Jing." Yuan Hao stared at his daughter: "I can tolerate your willfulness and your constant changing of boyfriends."
"But you must remember that marriage is a major event and we must make the decisions. Also, you must be mindful of your status. You are my daughter, Yuan Hao's daughter. If you dare to embarrass me like this again, I don't mind replacing everything with an illegitimate child."
Yuan Jing was startled and stammered, unable to speak.
"Stay away from this trash from now on, understand?" Yuan Hao glared at her.
"Do you understand now? I promise I'll listen to you from now on." Yuan Jing nodded quickly.
Yuan Hao glared at her before turning and leaving in a hurry.
The sanatorium is located behind the hospital, surrounded by detached villas. This area is not open to the public at all, but only serves a small number of powerful and wealthy individuals.
Yuan Hao certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity to curry favor; he had already arranged for a group of experts to conduct a series of examinations on Zhuo Wei.
However, a group of so-called top oncology experts in China concluded that the situation was not optimistic.
Moreover, the two self-proclaimed senior doctors disagreed on the treatment plan for the illness. One advocated conservative treatment, while the other demanded surgery, and they argued fiercely about it.
After Ye Xingchen and Yuan Zhengde parted ways, Ye Xingchen returned here and happened to see two old men arguing heatedly.
"Alright, shut up, all of you." Ye Xingchen was somewhat speechless. "No chemotherapy, no surgery. You can watch if you want, or leave if you don't. Don't disturb me while I'm treating my patients."
"Who are you?" The two old men turned around and looked at Ye Xingchen at the same time.
"Ye Xingchen, this patient is mine." Ye Xingchen stepped forward.
Si Qianyu quickly stood up: "You're here?"
"Don't worry, it's fine." Ye Xingchen smiled at her.
"That's good. Dad, Mom, this is Ye Xingchen, my...boyfriend." Si Qianyu hesitated for a moment, her pretty face slightly flushed: "He is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. If he says he can cure it, he definitely can."
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