When Halifa received the doctor's report, her mind also went blank.
She finally understood why Steven had come to see her.
He had come to say goodbye. The man who had disturbed her life was finally leaving her.
On the way home, Halifa Oliver and Steven didn't speak.
They sat in the car quietly. It felt like they had returned to the time when they first met.
Just then, Steven's phone rang.
Steven glanced at the number. It was Rasfa.
Steven hung up immediately, but the phone rang again.
It was Rasfa's call again. Steven frowned and hung up again.
The phone rang again. Steven finally pressed the speaker button. "Asshole, don't call me again."
"Steven, you idiot! Did you forget that I'm your personal doctor? Hurry up and come over. Let me examine you. Even if you really have AIDS, I won't let you die. Hurry up and come over."
Halifa turned to look at Steven in shock. "Are all your personal doctors this arrogant?"
"Err …"
Steven picked up the phone and turned off the speaker. "Chen, why is it you … I don't have AIDS."
"I don't care what disease you have. Just get over here right now, or we're done."
"Chen, I have an incurable disease."
"In my eyes, there is no disease that is incurable. Don't compare me to those quacks outside."
"You really can't do anything this time. No one can save me this time," Steven said.
"Only I can decide the life and death of my patients. Apart from me, no one else can. No one!"
"Chen …"
"Do you believe that I'll go to your house and beat you up?"
"I'm not at home right now."
"I don't care where you are. Give me an address or come to my house."
"I'm not free right now."
"F * ck, you're about to die. What are you busy with?"
"I'm not dead yet."
"I don't care what you're doing. Just come over right now. If you die, the world will think that it's because of my incompetence that an important client died."
"Am I just your client?"
"If you treated me as a friend, you should have come to me at the very beginning of your life."
"Alright, I'll go find you in the afternoon."
"Then let's do it in the afternoon. I'll only wait for you for one day."
Steven hung up. Halifa glanced at Steven.
Steven was also a little embarrassed. "He's my friend. He's a very good doctor. I should introduce him to you. I promise he can help you with most of your illnesses."
"I don't like it when my personal doctor calls me a bastard, an idiot, or an idiot. If my personal doctor talks to me like that, I'll throw him into the sea to feed the sharks."
"You'd better change your method. I can guarantee you that you won't be able to kill him this way."
"I'll try."
"Don't try. There's no way you can kill this b * stard at sea," Steven said.
"Steven, move to my place. I'll get you the best doctor."
"I don't need pity, and I know the best doctors in the world."
"Is that the young man who has a big mouth and his English sounds awkward?" Halifa said. "Apart from his arrogant tone, I don't think he's that outstanding."
Steven smiled bitterly. "He's indeed overconfident this time."
Ever since Steven was diagnosed with Senility Syndrome, he had done his own research.
The results made him feel hopeless. There was no treatment in the world that could cure Senility.
They could not even suppress it. They did not even know the cause of the illness.
Progeria was very random. It could affect young people or old people.
Of course, Steven was relatively lucky. At least he had lived long enough.
It was hard to imagine how painful it would be for a young person to contract this disease.
However, the older one was, the more afraid of death they became. They lacked the spirit of young people.
Steven sighed. "Halifa, send me back to my home."
This was probably the most peaceful day they had in years.
"Steven, I'll help you find a doctor, the best one."
Steven shook his head. "No need."
When people had hope, they would crazily fight for survival.
Even if it was just a life-saving straw, they would grab it without caring about anything.
However, when people truly lost all hope, they would start to calm down.
Then, their rationality would return. Steven was in this state.
His aging body no longer had the strength to struggle or resist.
His fate had been decided. There was nothing he could do except face it calmly.
As for Chen Zhao's request, he was very grateful.
But Chen Zhao could not do anything …
Apart from God, no one could save him.
Moreover, with his past life, God would not save him either.
There was a high chance that he would go to Hell.
However, he should go see his old friend no matter what.
Not just Chen Zhao, but also Rasfa.
…
"Yu, where are you now?"
"I'm at school, Mr. Steven."
"What do Chinese people usually give?"
"What?"
"I need to go see a friend. He's from Chinese. I want to give him a gift, but I don't know what."
"Mr. Steven, how old is he?"
"Less than 30 years old."
Yu Wenhui was surprised that Steven had a Chinese friend who was less than 30 years old.
"Give him a jade." Yu Wenhui thought for a moment and answered, "In China, there's a saying that warm jade for a beauty and warm jade for a gentleman."
"Come here now. Come with me to buy a piece of jade."
"Yes, Sir."
Yu Wenhui hurried to Steven's place. She realized that Steven was dressed very formally, as if he was going to see someone important.
Some large jewelry stores in LA also had some jade on sale.
They were mainly targeted at Chinese tourists who came to America for sightseeing, and the sales were quite good.
With Yu Wenhui's company, Steven picked out an exquisitely carved dragon-shaped jade pendant.
"You drive. Call me when we get there. I need to sleep." Steven seemed to be in a bad state of mind.
"Mr. Steven, what's the address?"
"21 Mirror Lake, Mountain Town. Turn left under the pet hospital billboard on Route 21."
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