After Xu Tingchuan escorted Ni Sitian home, he went out again.
He returned around dusk, his face unusually grave.
Ni Sitian put Xiao Tuantuan down and rushed over to him, helping him hang up his coat. "What happened?"
“Mu Zhi has stage II stomach cancer, and his attending physician said he refused further examination and treatment. I called him, but he didn’t answer. I called his home, but he wasn’t there. Even Butler Chen doesn’t know where he went,” Xu Tingchuan said with a tense expression.
"Stomach cancer?" Ni Sitian's eyes widened. She remembered that Shen Muzhi did have a serious stomach problem, but how could it have progressed to this point? She knew very well how terrible cancer was; she had been with Ni Tianzhen when Li Shaoan died of liver cancer.
"What should we do?" Ni Sitian grabbed Xu Tingchuan's hand and said anxiously, "Is there no cure? Even going abroad won't work?"
"The level of medical care in this area in China is now no worse than that abroad." Xu Tingchuan had asked Dr. Chen in detail, and Shen Muzhi's condition would only get worse if things continued like this.
Ni Sitian's face paled slightly, and she pursed her lips tightly: "Should we let Zhilan know about this?"
"It's your decision." Xu Tingchuan looked down at her. Shen Muzhi clearly wanted to keep it a secret, but Xiang Zhilan should be able to persuade him to accept treatment.
After thinking it over, Ni Sitian took out her phone.
At this moment, Xiang Zhilan was on her way to a French restaurant to meet her blind date.
Free up one hand to hold the steering wheel and put the earphones in your ears.
For the next half minute, she felt as if she was hallucinating, hearing things like cancer and not getting treatment.
She jerked the steering wheel to a stop, her body lurching forward. Coming to her senses, her face paled. "You said Shen Muzhi has stomach cancer?"
"Yes, he was diagnosed that day. Maybe he didn't want you to be upset," Ni Sitian said, her voice heavy.
"I understand." Xiang Zhilan took off her earphones, hung up, and immediately dialed another number.
The phone rang several times but no one answered. Her face was tense, her lips pressed into a thin line, and she turned the steering wheel and drove towards Shen Muzhi's villa.
An hour later, Xiang Zhilan went straight in, rushed into the house, and went upstairs.
Butler Chen came forward, still not changing his tune, "Madam, the master went out yesterday morning and hasn't come back. He's not home right now."
"Do you know where he went?" Xiang Zhilan continued walking upstairs and opened the door to his bedroom.
"The man left without giving any instructions, just taking a duffel bag with him."
After entering the room, Xiang Zhilan went to the bedside table and rummaged through it. Her passport was still there; she hadn't gone abroad.
She went to the wardrobe again and saw that there were only a few empty hangers, which meant that the clothes hadn't gone far and should still be in Yihai.
Just as she was about to close the wardrobe again, the doll that was placed at the bottom fell out.
Xiang Zhilan squatted down and picked it up; it was the sex doll she had given to Shen Muzhi.
A sudden thought flashed through her mind, and her eyes widened slightly. Could it be that Shen Muzhi was with this doll that day...?
She stuffed it back into the cabinet, turned and walked out, saying to Butler Chen, "Which car did he leave in?"
“That silver Mercedes.” Butler Chen noticed that Xiang Zhilan’s expression had been off ever since she came in and couldn’t help but ask worriedly, “Madam, is something wrong with the master?”
"No, if you hear from him, remember to call me." Xiang Zhilan walked downstairs and drove away.
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