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The man sitting on the yellow pear wood chair, wearing black trousers and a white shirt, drank tea leisurely. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his tall nose, and his dark eyes, which were bathed in the morning light, were filled with indifference and alienation.

He just sat like this in a beam of light, reflecting a cold, calm and steady aura for no reason.

Hearing the crew-haired man's voice, he glanced over indifferently, and the coldness in his eyes was chilling.

"I'm sorry for bothering you so much." Meng Wantang raised her eyes and met the man's gaze.

Yan Zheng was quite surprised to see Meng Wantang. He wondered who the man and woman who came to him to establish a relationship with Xu Weiwei were.

It turned out to be her.

"My name is Yan Zheng." The man raised his hand and motioned for them to sit down.

Meng Wantang smiled and called out, "Hello, Mr. Yan. My last name is Meng, Meng Wantang, and this is my lover, Lu Qingye."

Yan Zheng was very surprised.

Most people would call him comrade, but this girl called him Mr. Yan as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Please take a seat, both of you. I wonder what classmate Meng wants to talk to me about?" Yan Zheng asked after Meng Wantang and Lu Qingye sat down.

Meng Wantang didn't expect him to be so direct. Anyway, with Lu Qingye by her side, Meng Wantang had nothing to fear.

She simply said, "I suspect you are ill, so I want to come to your house to check you out."

The man with a crew cut stood up instantly and glared at Meng Wantang fiercely.

"Si Er, sit down."

Yan Zheng didn't mind at all, and even asked with a smile: "I wonder how you want to check?"

"Just take his pulse."

Meng Wantang turned around, and Lu Qingye put the medicine box in his hand on the table. Meng Wantang took out the pulse pillow from it and put it on the table, raising her hand to signal Yan Zheng to put it on.

Yan Zheng did as he was told.

He saw her white fingers pressing on his wrist. In front of her husband, he couldn't look at her openly. He could only glance at her with his peripheral vision and then look at a certain point quietly.

Lu Qingye hadn't spoken since he entered the room. He was like a mute who couldn't speak. The man called Si'er didn't let down his guard against him, and kept his eyes on Lu Qingye.

In Si'er's opinion, Lu Qingye is quite threatening.

"Have you felt blurry and having trouble seeing things recently?" Meng Wantang said, asking Yan Zheng to put his other wrist up.

"Only occasionally. I went to the hospital to ask, and the doctor said that it was caused by staying up late. I will be fine if I have a good rest. Besides, I am still young and should not torment myself like this." Yan Zheng turned around and said to the man with a crew cut, "Si'er, go get my medical report."

The reason why Yan Zheng looked at Meng Wantang twice more that day was because he had seen Meng Wantang in the compound. A few days later, he heard that the person's health had improved a lot.

Others may not know, but Yan Zheng knows that all this is thanks to Meng Wantang.

That's why he looked at Meng Wantang twice more at the school gate that day. When he learned that Meng Wantang wanted to buy the yard, he was picky and gave up on his own initiative.

Also warn other people who are looking at the house not to buy that house.

Only in this way can the house be in Meng Wantang's hands.

To show your favor to a miracle healer, you don't need to let her know. You just need to tell her at the right time to make the most of the favor.

He didn't expect Meng Wantang to come to him on his own initiative.

"Go to the hospital for another check-up. There's something wrong with your liver." Meng Wantang knew that people nowadays still prefer to go to the hospital and trust the doctors there more, especially the rich.

Yan Zheng was already being very considerate by letting her take his pulse.

"Doctor Meng, if you have anything to say, just say it." Yan Zheng is not someone who can't bear it.

He looked quite calm.

Such patients are the least worrying, after all, they are quite rational.

"Your problem is not small, you still need to go to the hospital for a detailed examination. If the hospital confirms the diagnosis, you should have an operation." Meng Wantang looked up and saw two people hurrying in, holding something like a folder in their arms. She couldn't help but remind Yan Zheng, "Mr. Yan, if possible, I hope you can go to the hospital today. Seeing a doctor cannot be delayed."

If it’s too late, it will be life-threatening.

Si Er was very excited: "Nonsense, Brother Zheng is in good health, there is nothing wrong with him. How could it be as serious as you say? Are you a charlatan?"

"Si'er, apologize to Doctor Meng." Yan Zheng's tone was very majestic.

The man with the buzz cut was not convinced: "Brother Zheng, you just came back from the hospital, and she also checked the test results. There is nothing wrong with you, right? Why is she saying such scary things? Is she cursing you? Brother Zheng, this is a new society, and we don't believe in superstition. You must not believe her lies."

Meng Wantang didn't hesitate and just stood up and said goodbye.

Coming out, Lu Qingye was a little curious: "Is that Yan guy really sick?"

"Yes, he has a tumor on his liver. It should be benign, but if this hemangioma is not removed, it will be life-threatening. He is lucky that the tumor has grown quite large and has not been discovered yet. If he hadn't met me, he would not have done a detailed examination even if he was not feeling well."

Meng Wantang has said everything she needed to say. Whether Yan Zheng wants to see a doctor or not, whether he wants to live or not, all depends on him.

"Wait until I come back to deal with all the matters. You guys can discuss the small matters together." Yan Zheng said as he stood up, picked up his coat and went to the hospital.

Si'er was dumbfounded.

"No way, Brother Zheng, are you really going to the hospital? That yellow-haired girl must be here to defraud money. If I hadn't exposed her, she might have extorted some money before leaving."

Yan Zheng looked at Si'er with disdain: "Shut up now. Xiaowu, come with me to the hospital."

"coming!"

Xiaowu can drive.

He drove Yan Zheng to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, Yan Zheng didn't know what to see, so he told the doctor, "Just do whatever can diagnose any disease near the liver."

The doctor frowned and said, "If you have more money, spend it somewhere else."

"I'm not feeling well. I'd like to have a detailed check-up so that I can feel better." Yan Zheng said so, and the doctor wrote him a prescription and did all the tests that could be done.

There's actually nothing to check.

The hospital's equipment is limited, and there are only so many tests it can perform.

I had blood drawn and then did an ultrasound.

The doctor who did the ultrasound was a female doctor, about 40 years old, sitting there, giving people an especially gentle feeling. When she examined Yan Zheng, she was like a kind mother, and it made him feel quite safe.

Suddenly, she exclaimed, "Huh?"

Yan Zheng's heart skipped a beat and he asked, "What's wrong, doctor?"

"Hold on."

The female doctor looked down at the name on the medical report, stood up and went out, whispering a few words to the nurse. Not long after, the doctor who wrote the prescription for Yan Zheng came running over.

He said in a deep voice to the doctor doing the ultrasound: "Come again, let me take a look."

The two people looked solemn.

Soon, the test results came out.

Back in the office, the doctor said to Yan Zheng: "You need surgery as soon as possible. Don't worry, the hemangioma removal surgery in our country is already very mature."

The doctor must have done some ideological work on the patient.

Yan Zheng didn't care. He said directly: "Doctor, arrange the surgery as soon as possible."

Xiao Wu and the others were all confused. It was only after the nurse urged him that he went to complete the hospitalization procedures.

Yan Zheng was lying on the hospital bed. When Si'er rushed in, he felt like the sky was falling.

"Brother Zheng, did that yellow-haired girl cast a curse on you? Otherwise, why didn't we see anything wrong when we checked before? She said you were sick, and there was a big tumor in your stomach!"