Su Jinyue nodded and said, "I have finished the treatment. The patient is slowly recovering. In an hour at most, he will be able to move his limbs."
"Thank you, doctor!" Brooklyn and the other two expressed their gratitude excitedly. They had never imagined that there was a doctor in the world who could cure their father, and that he was a Chinese doctor. While the cost of treatment was indeed a bit high, it was worth it as long as their father could recover.
"Doctor! Should we pay you by check or bank transfer?" Brooklyn asked. One hundred million dollars is a lot of money, so paying in cash is out of the question.
"Give me one million in cash, and I'll transfer the rest," Su Jinyue said. Cash was what she needed most. After returning home, foreign currency transfers would take some time to arrive, but cash could be directly converted into Chinese currency.
When Su Jinyue returned to the hotel, He Tian and the others were already waiting for her.
"Doctor Su, where have you been?" He Tian asked. If Su Yanqi hadn't said Su Jinyue would be fine, he would have wanted to go out and look for her. This wasn't China, and they were unfamiliar with the place. If something happened, there wouldn't be anyone to ask. Although they knew someone from the US medical team, they might not be willing to help them.
"I went out for a walk and met a patient with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis." Su Jinyue said.
"Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis is an extremely difficult disease to treat," He Tian exclaimed in surprise. While studying in Japan, he had also seen patients with ALS. Since there was no effective treatment in the world, patients could only slowly wait for death to come.
"I already know how to treat that disease. I'll tell you after dinner." Su Jinyue glanced at the monitoring room and found that the equipment inside had been dismantled. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. The efficiency of the three Brooklyn brothers was not slow.
"Okay." He Tian nodded happily. Even if Su Jinyue claimed she could bring the dead back to life, he wouldn't have the slightest doubt. Su Jinyue's medical skills had completely surpassed his imagination. Vegetative state, cancer, ALS—which of these wasn't a difficult disease to treat? Yet, she had conquered them all.
Wei Qingyun walked out of the restaurant carrying a takeaway box and was slightly startled when he saw Su Jinyue walking towards him. He originally didn't believe that the bracelet Su Jinyue gave him that day could protect him, but after two experiences, he believed it.
One time, he was surrounded by Henry and his gang and was almost hit by a stick. Another time, he was delivering a takeaway yesterday when a car suddenly lost control and hit him. In the end, he was fine, but the car crashed into a roadside pavilion pillar.
"I'm going to deliver the takeaway." Wei Qingyun smiled unnaturally.
Su Jinyue smiled and nodded. "I have something to tell you when you come back from delivering the takeout." Yesterday, the president had someone pick her up at the hotel and take her to his estate. After three days of recovery, Anna has fully recovered. Now she is no longer afraid of the sun and even took a walk in the sun all morning yesterday. So the president fulfilled his first promise and gave her a gallery. As for the other promise, he promised her that he would bring it up at the joint meeting three days later.
"It will take me at most an hour." Wei Qingyun said to Su Jinyue as he rode his bicycle.
Su Jinyue smiled and nodded, "I'll wait for you at that cafe."
"Okay." Wei Qingyun responded and rode away.
Su Jinyue walked into the coffee shop, sat down by the window, ordered a cup of coffee, listened to cheerful light music, and watched the passers-by coming and going outside the window.
Time passed by unknowingly, and it was not until Wei Qingyun walked into the coffee shop that Su Jinyue withdrew her gaze from the window.
Just now she was watching a mother and daughter. The mother was in her thirties, with a haggard face and a trace of vicissitudes of life. She was holding a little girl of five or six years old in the hand. When they passed by a window displaying rag dolls, the little girl was attracted by the rag dolls inside.
Walking forward, the little girl leaned against the window and looked at it for a long time, her dark and bright eyes filled with desire for the doll.
The mother watched from the side, touching her pocket from time to time, her expression full of hesitation. Finally, she gritted her teeth, pulled the little girl into the store and prepared to buy her a rag doll.
But the little girl held her mother and shook her head, "Mom, this doll is not as pretty as the one I made. Can you make one for me when you go back?"
The mother reached out and ruffled the little girl's hair, with a look of heartache in her eyes. "Let's go home. Mom will make you a beautiful rag doll."
"Okay!" The little girl nodded happily, took her mother's hand, and walked away.
They were a lovely mother and daughter. The mother was willing to give everything for her daughter, and the daughter was willing to give up her love for her mother. It was a seemingly ordinary scene, but it was full of warmth.
"What would you like to drink?" Su Jinyue called the waiter in the coffee shop and asked Wei Qingyun.
"A glass of water will be fine. I'm not used to coffee," Wei Qingyun said. He preferred tea to coffee, but there was no tea in the cafe.
Su Jinyue nodded to the waiter. Wei Qingyun didn't like coffee in his previous life. Every time she met him in a coffee shop, he would look disgusted.
"What do you want to tell me?" Wei Qingyun asked. Today was Sunday, and he planned to deliver more takeout. He wanted to learn painting, but the tuition was too expensive, and he was still more than halfway through.
"I came to see you because I wanted to show you my gallery," Su Jinyue said. The gallery was now under her name, and she would later pass it on to Wei Qingyun.
"You've already opened a gallery?" Wei Qingyun looked at Su Jinyue in surprise. It had only been a few days, and she was moving too fast.
Su Jinyue smiled and nodded, "Are you free today?"
Wei Qingyun hesitated slightly, then nodded, "Yes." He really wanted to deliver more takeout today, but he was even more eager to visit the gallery. American galleries are all private, and not everyone is eligible to enter. Sometimes when he passed by a gallery, he could only glance at it from a distance.
"Let's go, we'll go now." Su Jinyue stood up and said. Wei Qingyun was almost obsessed with painting, which was why he was still determined to learn painting even though he could barely make ends meet.
"Okay." Wei Qingyun stood up happily and followed Su Jinyue. He learned to paint so that he could open his own gallery in the future and see the paintings that painters kept privately at home.
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