Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Recalling Tang Xinrou's words, he joked with Mrs. Leng, "That girl is so weird. She even said something to Rourou yesterday. Rourou came to me and suggested that I go to the hospital for a check-up, or I'll regret it. She said it as if I'm terminally ill. It's ridiculous … Hey, Mom, what are you doing?"
He didn't think there was anything wrong with him at all. He laughed as he spoke, thinking that it was ridiculous. He didn't notice that Mrs. Leng's face turned pale after hearing what he said.
"Go to the hospital with me! Now! "Mrs. Leng dragged Leng Xuanming up with a trembling voice." Who's joking with you? How can you be so careless about this?! "
"Pfft … Mom, are you serious?" Leng Xuanming was amused. He stood up helplessly. "Even if I'm going for a check-up, you should at least let me have a meal, right? I'm starving … "
"What do you want to eat? An empty stomach is perfect for a check-up! Don't eat, come with me! " Mrs. Leng looked serious and didn't take it as a joke at all. Leng Xuanming was abroad and didn't know the inside story, but how could she not know? Song Yaoyao might be a little weird, but she was definitely not someone who spoke without thinking.
Leng Xuanming couldn't argue with her, so he followed Mrs. Leng into the car helplessly.
Two hours later, at the hospital.
The corridor was quiet. Mrs. Leng covered her face with both hands, her shoulders trembling and sobbing.
Leng Xuanming opened his mouth and felt that it was ridiculous. But the check-up report in his hand couldn't lie. He had cancer? Was today April Fool's Day?
"I told you to take care of yourself! Why didn't you listen to me? You didn't go for the annual check-up, did you? I specially hired a domestic chef to take care of you. What did you do?! " Mrs. Leng couldn't hide her sadness. She scolded Leng Xuanming and looked at her pale son.
Leng Xuanming wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.
No matter who found out that he had stomach cancer in the hospital, they wouldn't be able to laugh. He was still so young. Before this, he had never thought that he would die.
"Mom … it's only the middle stage. There's still time. Please, please don't cry." He squatted in front of Madam Leng and comforted her softly.
The doctor said that it was fortunate that he had arrived in time. Those cancer cells had spread very quickly. If he had been a few days later, it might have turned into a terminal stage.
"Pa —"
Madam Leng slapped him hard in the face with tears streaming down her face. "How dare you be so disobedient!"
Leng Xuanming silently accepted it. "Mom, I know I'm wrong. Don't cry."
"You're my only son. Do you want me to send you off before you die? I won't cry, how can I not cry! "She quickly wiped her tears and pulled Leng Xuanming out.
The doctor who had just walked out called out to them, "Madam Leng, where are you going? I suggest that you go through the hospitalization procedures now and receive treatment. "
"Yes, yes, yes, of course." Madam Leng nodded repeatedly. "Don't worry, we'll be admitted tonight. However, we still have something to do now. We have to meet someone. I'll leave the follow-up preparations to you. "
Leng Xuanming was dragged away by Madam Leng in a daze. He didn't know that he had cancer before, so he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Now that he found out, he felt as if all his strength had been sucked out of him.
He pursed his lips. "Mom … You said you were going to meet someone. Don't tell me you're going to meet Song Yaoyao?"
"What Song Yaoyao? How dare you call the little miracle doctor by her name? When you see her, call her Miss Song obediently! "
"Mom, it's the same if we go to the hospital for treatment." Leng Xuanming was helpless. He didn't really want to go.
Now, he had mixed feelings about Song Yaoyao, and his face was burning with pain. He had preconceived that Song Yaoyao was a delicate and weak girl who was kept in a cage by Mr. Huo. Now, he had been slapped in the face.
Surprise was not enough to describe Leng Xuanming's feelings at the moment. How did Song Yaoyao know? Was Chinese medicine so magical?
"Cut the crap and get in the car!"
Madam Leng didn't give him a chance to explain. She stuffed Leng Xuanming into the car and ordered the driver to drive.
The day passed quickly. Song Yaoyao was having dinner when she heard that someone was looking for her.
"Who's looking for me?"
Uncle Zhang said, "It's the Leng family. Madam Leng and the young master of the Leng family. They just came back from abroad."
As soon as he said this, Song Yaoyao understood.
She took a napkin and wiped her mouth. Just as she was about to get up, a hand stopped her.
"Eat properly."
"Over there …" Song Yaoyao blinked.
Huo Yunque calmly placed the deboned fish on her plate and ordered Uncle Zhang, "Call them over."
It was Leng Xuanming's first time visiting the Huo family. The European-style building was like a palace, grand and luxurious. The entire mansion covered a large area. After entering the gate, the car still had to drive for a while to reach the main house.
Leng Xuanming fell silent from the moment he entered the Huo family's residence.
"Madam Leng, Sir and Miss Song are having dinner. If you don't mind, can you wait for a moment?" Uncle Zhang smiled and led them into the reception room.
Madam Leng didn't dare to refuse since she had a favor to ask. Even though she was burning with anxiety, she knew that even someone as skilled as Song Yaoyao couldn't cure her son's illness all of a sudden.
"Of course you can. Sorry for the intrusion."
Song Yaoyao was led to the reception room. She was not in a hurry as she slowly finished the food on her plate.
Seeing her put down her chopsticks, Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows. "Are you full?"
"I'm full."
Huo Yunque took a wet handkerchief and wiped his fingers. He lifted his chin slightly. "Go ahead. I'll accompany you later."
"Okay!"
Huo Tian watched Song Yaoyao leave curiously. She bit her chopsticks and asked softly, "Uncle, why is the Leng family looking for Auntie?"
She had never seen Song Yaoyao befriend anyone. Even if there was something, shouldn't she look for her uncle? Why did she look for Song Yaoyao?
Huo Ningxi lowered his eyes and ate quietly as if he couldn't hear anything.
Huo Yunque's expression was calm and his voice was cold. "If you're curious, go and take a look yourself."
"Can I?!"
Huo Tian was pleasantly surprised. She immediately threw down her chopsticks and ran out. "Thank you, Uncle!"
In the reception room, Madam Leng hurried over when she heard footsteps. Her eyes were slightly swollen, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she had cried.
"Miss Song, hello."
"Hello, Madam Leng." Song Yaoyao nodded gently. "Hello, Little Mr. Leng."
"You flatter me." Leng Xuanming's lips twitched, and his smile stiffened.
The girl in front of him was wearing simple home clothes. She was elegant, tranquil, and had an extraordinary bearing. Even though she was standing in front of his mother, she didn't feel suppressed at all. Instead, people couldn't help but look at her.
(End of Chapter)
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