"By the way, a friend asked me to look at a patient's medical records today. I need to study them after I finish eating, so I won't be able to keep you company for a while. You play with the children. I might be studying late today, so don't wait for me. Go to sleep if you're tired."
"What kind of patient is it that requires so much time to study?"
"Well, it's a late-stage cancer patient. The experts say there's no cure, but the patient's family has a lot of power, and they don't dare offend them. They wanted me to take a look and see if there were any special treatment methods. Since I've already taken the case, I'll definitely have to spend time studying it. Her cancer cells have already spread, which is a bit tricky. I'll check the information and see if there are any other solutions."
When Ye Bosen heard his wife say this, he couldn't help but feel worried.
"Then don't overwork yourself. If it can be cured, then treat it; if it can't be cured, then give up," he advised.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful," Xiao Qianqian reassured him with a smile.
After dinner, Xiao Qianqian went to her study, turned on her computer, and began to carefully study the patient's medical records and examination reports. She consulted a large amount of medical literature and the latest research findings, hoping to find some feasible treatment options.
Time ticked by, and night deepened. She was so engrossed in her research that she completely forgot about the passing of time. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that she finally looked up from the computer screen and rubbed her temples.
Then she remembered that her master had treated a patient with terminal cancer before. She remembered that the patient recovered very well and seemed to still be alive now.
She was just about to call her senior brother to ask if their master had returned when she realized it was getting late and her senior brother must be asleep.
At that moment, the study door opened, and Ye Bosen pushed his wheelchair in, holding a glass of milk in his hand.
"Why are they still researching it?"
"Hmm, I was looking up some information and didn't pay attention to the time. Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"I was waiting for you. It was getting late, and you still hadn't gone back to your room. I was worried you might have fallen asleep in the study, so I came to check on you. I poured you a glass of milk; please drink it."
"Okay, thank you, honey." Xiao Qianqian took the milk, took a small sip, and felt a warm sensation spread throughout her body. She looked at Ye Bosen, her eyes full of tenderness.
"Honey, you're so sweet. But don't worry about me, I'll take good care of myself," Xiao Qianqian said with a smile.
Ye Bosen nodded, pushed his wheelchair closer to Xiao Qianqian, and gently stroked her hair.
"I know you're very dedicated, but don't overwork yourself. It would break my heart if you did."
Xiao Qianqian held Ye Bosen's hand with emotion, "Yes, don't worry."
"Is there a solution?"
"We haven't found it yet. I just remembered that Master performed surgery on a late-stage cancer patient many years ago. I saw that patient later; he recovered and is doing well."
"Then Master can help. I haven't seen Master for quite a while. Has Master returned yet?"
"I don't know. My master was still abroad when he performed your surgery a while ago."
"Why did Master go abroad? Wasn't he always traveling around the country?"
"That's why I say, Master is just too willful. He doesn't even consider his age. He actually went to an overseas epidemic area with the Red Cross to provide medical treatment. He's really a worry." Xiao Qianqian was still angry when she said this, and quickly took another sip of milk.
Looking at her, Ye Bosen felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He knew that Xiao Qianqian had always respected her master, and her worry at this moment made him feel the kindness deep in her heart and the profound bond between them as master and disciple.
"Don't worry, Master will be alright," Ye Bosen comforted him. "We must believe in his abilities."
Xiao Qianqian nodded and yawned.
"Let's go, it's getting late. Let's get some rest. I'll contact my senior brother again tomorrow."
"Um."
The next day, in the president's office of the Ye Group, Xiao Qianqian had just returned from a morning meeting. After thinking for a moment, she dialed the number of her senior brother.
The call was answered after a while; it seemed the eldest brother was busy.
"Junior Sister, is something the matter?"
"Senior Brother, are you busy?"
"I just finished. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"I just wanted to ask if my master had returned, but I still can't get through to him on the phone."
"Yes, Master hasn't returned yet. Your third senior brother came back a couple of days ago. He said it's safe over there and we don't need to worry. Junior sister, is there something you need to see Master about?"
"Oh, okay, I just wanted to ask Master about a patient with terminal cancer he treated a few years ago. That patient was cured. How did he handle it at the time?"
"Oh, I vaguely remember that. I think Master made a treatment record back then. That record should be on the bookshelf in the mountains. So, junior sister, are you going to treat a patient with terminal cancer now?"
"I'm doing a favor. A friend asked me to help see if there's any way to treat this. Their opinion is that it's incurable, but the patient's family has a lot of power, so they can't refuse and asked me to help think of a solution."
"Oh, okay? Then wait here for a moment. I'll send someone to the cabin on the mountain to look for it. Once I find the record, I'll bring it to you."
"Okay, thank you, senior brother."
In a private box in the capital, Madam Lin, dressed in a mink coat, sat opposite a middle-aged man with a fawning expression on his face.
"Madam, the investigation you asked me to conduct has yielded results."
After speaking, he handed over an envelope. Mrs. Lin touched it and knew that there were photos inside.
She pushed a card towards her.
"No password, remember to keep it a secret."
"Madam, rest assured, this matter is between the two of us, and no third party will know about it."
"Okay, I trust you to handle things. You can go now. I'll contact you if I need anything."
"Yes, madam, I'll be going now."
The middle-aged man took the card and left the private room.
Mrs. Lin did not open the envelope immediately; she picked up her coffee and took a sip.
Her maternal family is very powerful. If it weren't for their support, her current husband, Lin Yichen, wouldn't be in his current position.
Looking at the envelope on the table, she really hoped it wasn't what she had imagined.
After finishing her coffee, she picked up the envelope and opened it.
A stack of photos fell out. She picked one up; it was a photo of her in a hospital.
A woman was lying on the bed, and a young man was sitting on a chair next to her. Her husband, Lin Yichen, was also standing by the bed, looking at the woman lying on the bed with worried eyes.
She leaned closer to look and saw that the young man's face vaguely resembled her husband's, bearing a six-tenths resemblance.
Judging from his age, he should be older than her daughter. When was that? Before they got married? Then why didn't she notice anything unusual about her husband before?
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