The information provided by Huo Tinglan was quite detailed and comprehensive. Ye Ci read it over and over again, and the more he read, the more excited he became.
It is said that long illness makes one a good doctor, and this is true. Ye Ci has a very deep understanding of Ye Hongjun's illness, and he can read the difficult experimental research report with difficulty.
Of course he trusted the research project that Huo Tinglan strongly recommended, but it was a matter of great importance and he had to be aware of it himself.
If you go for treatment, the risks still exist, otherwise it would not be called a clinical trial, but after comprehensive evaluation, it is indeed worth a try.
If she wins, Ye Hongjun will have a healthy second half of her life.
That is impossible to achieve with any current treatment plan.
Although Ye Hongjun is very weak and can hardly speak a few words when awake, she is conscious. Such an important decision naturally requires her consent.
As a result, there are still many issues that need to be explained.
The clinical trial itself was conducted in the form of recruiting volunteers, and no treatment fees were charged. However, the miscellaneous expenses other than treatment added up to a considerable amount. Who paid for this? How did she get a visa? Who contacted the biotech company far away in San Francisco? Where did the accompanying medical team and life assistant come from? How could Chu Wenlin suddenly change his personality and do this for her
Therefore, the next problem that stood in front of Ye Ci became how to explain this.
Fortunately, Huo Tinglan didn't let him dwell on this issue for too long.
After confirming Ye Ci's intention to receive treatment, Huo Tinglan personally accompanied him to the sanatorium on Tuesday evening to discuss the matter with Ye Hongjun. Before coming, Ye Ci used WeChat to give Ye Hongjun a shot of precaution, roughly talking about the clinical trial, and also introduced Huo Tinglan's identity - he planned to slowly infiltrate her about the marriage in the future, and only explained that the Huo and Chu families were old friends, and Huo Tinglan was the person in charge of the Huo family this generation. After he was recognized by the Chu family, the two met by chance, and Huo Tinglan heard that she was ill and was willing to help her.
Although a lot of key "details" were concealed, the parts that were presented were not false at all.
Perhaps infected by the hope and joy revealed in Ye Ci's WeChat, Ye Hongjun regained some energy. He forced himself to drink half a bowl of porridge for dinner without vomiting a single bite. He also didn't want to sleep. He asked someone to raise the nursing bed and sat up with a pillow under him.
Ye Ci and she were cut from the same mold, especially his eyes. His pupils were light in color, round and big like apricot kernels, and they naturally exuded a sense of innocence and naivety, and they always sparkled.
Ye Hongjun had been battling the disease for several years, and her mind and body had been devastated. She was as thin as a cut reed, and her skin was a sickly pale blue. But when she saw Ye Ci coming in, she smiled softly at the corners of her eyes, probably because she was worried that the child would feel uncomfortable. She forced herself to greet him: "Little Ci is here."
After she finished speaking, she nodded and smiled at Huo Tinglan with some doubts that she could not hide, and greeted him elegantly: "Hello, Mr. Huo, I heard Xiao Ci mentioned you..."
"Hello," Huo Tinglan hesitated for a moment and said with a smile, "Aunt Ye."
"… "
Ye Ci felt like he was walking barefoot on hot coals. He couldn't stand still for even a second. He moved his feet back and forth awkwardly, his eyes wandering.
Ye Hongjun was slightly startled, and replied hesitantly: "Yeah."
She gave birth to Ye Ci when she was 22 years old. She just turned 40 this year. Young people in their twenties who are sweet-talkers will call her "sister".
However, she couldn't tell Huo Tinglan's age for sure. Judging from the condition of his skin, he was no more than twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. But his deep and noble demeanor made him look like he was in his early thirties.
"Please take a seat... Xiaoci," Ye Hongjun said weakly without hesitation, "quickly move a chair for Mr. Huo."
Ye Hongjun's family background is ordinary, but her family education is strict. Her father has been a teacher all his life. He is very strict with his students and even more strict with his daughter. She was just dazzled by Chu Wenlin's sweet words and was willing to sacrifice everything for the illusory "love", so she did that rebellious thing. Over the years, she has been struggling to make a living in the quagmire of the old street, but her good upbringing has long been ingrained in her bones and blood. She has not been tainted with the slightest vulgar and mercenary atmosphere. She speaks politely and politely, and it is very comfortable to communicate with her.
Huo Tinglan explained to Ye Hongjun all the arrangements that Ye Ci had not mentioned in the WeChat message, including how to charter a plane for her on the way there and how to equip the plane with medical facilities to ensure the safety of the flight. Not only that, Ye Hongjun could tell from the words that Huo Tinglan had done his homework on her illness and was concerned about it. He understood her as well as she did, and maybe even more. All her questions were answered in detail by him.
After finishing the serious business, a strange silence filled the ward, as if everyone knew what was going on.
"By the way, Xiao Ci," Ye Hongjun suddenly broke the silence and said softly, "Go downstairs and buy Mr. Huo a bottle of drink... Sorry, I'm so sick that I just remembered it after such a long time. Please forgive me..."
Ye Ci stood up hesitantly.
Mom is trying to send him away.
Huo Tinglan raised his eyes, smiled gently, and said, "Mineral water will be fine, thank you."
Ye Ci didn't dare to make eye contact with him. He lowered his head, hummed stiffly, and quickly slipped out.
After going out, he walked a few steps towards the stairs, but was really curious and wanted to know how Uncle Huo would explain their relationship, so he turned back.
Enduring the moral whipping, he quietly pressed down the door handle and pushed the door open a little.
We've already started chatting inside.
It was Huo Tinglan's voice, very low, and the tone full of apology and helplessness sounded strangely familiar.
"… I have been busy with my career these years, and I have very little personal time. My compatibility with OGA is generally low. I am 30 years old, let alone dating, and I have never even been on a blind date. You may laugh at me when I tell you about my love life, but it is really a blank sheet of paper. … I met Xiao Ci by chance at the banquet held by the Chu family that day. I don’t know why, but I can’t forget him. … "
“… You are right, my age is not suitable, I am indeed too old for him. … No, you don’t have to apologize, you didn’t say anything wrong. … You don’t have to worry about us moving too fast. I confessed my feelings, but Xiao Ci didn’t agree. In your current state, he is worried that you are still too worried and don’t have that much time to think about me. I completely understand this. … I happen to have the resources and channels in this regard. This matter is not as troublesome as you think. I just can’t bear to see Xiao Ci suffer so much. … I am willing to sacrifice for him. I won’t say nice words, just look at my actual actions. …”
Suddenly, the sound was getting closer.
The door moved and closed.
With a click, Huo Tinglan locked the door from the inside.
Uncle Huo discovered my eavesdropping.
Ye Ci's ears turned red and he slipped downstairs dazed to buy some water.
Uncle Huo didn't seem to be lying.
Just to minimize the irritation to Ye Hongjun, they turned the incident of Chu Wenlin forcing her to marry them into a chance encounter. They had discussed this explanation before they came.
But I can’t tell why, I always feel that there is a sense of pity between the lines of Uncle Huo’s words…
Uncle Huo, is he actually... that pitiful?!
Ye Ci went downstairs and bought two bottles of water to report to his superiors. When he returned, the door of the ward was still closed, so he tactfully waited in the corridor.
About ten minutes later, Huo Tinglan walked out slowly. Meeting Ye Ci's slightly complicated gaze, he curled his lips and said softly, "Your mother agreed to go to San Francisco for treatment... After talking for so long, let her have a good rest. You go and say hello and we'll go back first."
When Ye Ci entered the ward, he saw Ye Hongjun lying down. It seemed that he was really exhausted.
He didn't waste any time, just tucked in the quilt for Ye Hongjun and said goodbye. Ye Hongjun smiled at him gently and tiredly, and seemed to be in a good mood.
On the way home, Ye Ci couldn't help being curious. After struggling for a while, he finally asked, "Uncle Huo, what did you say to my mother?"
"Nothing special, just tell the truth." Huo Tinglan smiled and joked, "Didn't you lie on the door and listen?"
Ye Ci choked: "I heard... I heard a little."
"Why?" Huo Tinglan raised his eyes, looking innocent. "Except for the part we agreed on, are there any discrepancies between the other parts and the facts?"
"But..." Ye Ci was racking his brains to refute when his cell phone rang.
He picked it up and saw that it was sent by Ye Hongjun.
A long WeChat text.
Ye Ci took a glance and his eyes trembled.
[Mother]:
Zizi, mom talked a lot with Mr. Huo tonight and thought a lot. There are some things that I am embarrassed to say to you face to face, so let's just communicate like this. I'm sorry that mom has not been in good health in the past few years, and you have suffered too much with mom. Sometimes when mom thinks about it at night, she can't help but shed tears, thinking that fate is too unfair, letting my good boy suffer so much grievances. Mom has no ability to bring you into this world, but has always let you suffer and be poor. Every time mom thinks of these things, she will pray to God, praying that you will have a little good luck in the future. I dare not ask for too much, but I hope that you can be safe and healthy for most of your life, and that you can eat and dress warmly without working so hard. That's all.
Maybe my prayers were not in vain. I don’t know Mr. Huo. We were just strangers before today. Mr. Huo is a very smart man and knows how to talk. I can see that, but I can also feel his care for you. I won’t say too much. We can find a way to repay Mr. Huo’s kindness in the future. Your own thoughts and feelings are the most important. It’s just that I’m unlucky in this life and haven’t met a sincere person. So I can’t help but want to nag you: a person who treats you sincerely is the most precious treasure in the world. You can’t ask for it. You must know how to cherish it. Even if you don’t like him, you must treat him well. Don’t hurt him or make him feel disappointed. I hope you can firmly grasp your own happiness...
…
It should have been difficult for an alpha suitor who was twelve years older than her to pass the test of the elders. After all, Ye Hongjun was not someone who was blinded by money. No matter how great the temptation of a wealthy family was, she would still worry about her children.
However, what Ye Ci expected did not happen at all.
He had already prepared a plan to persuade his mother to be at ease...
"… "
Ye Ci's pupils trembled as he watched all the way. He turned his head and looked at Huo Tinglan who was looking out the window with an expression of disbelief.
Uncle Huo, this is...
A pot of magic soup