A group of seven people walked in, all wearing white coats and exuding an extraordinary aura.
The not-so-large consultation room instantly felt a bit crowded.
Director Lin softly introduced from the side: "Mr. Tang, this is Deputy Director Zhang Bo, in charge of dical services; this is Director He, the head of hematology oncology; this is Professor Wang of hematopathology; this is Director Ma from our CAR-T therapy center..."
Looking at each expert and listening to the prominent titles.
Chen Jinlong and Chen Yao were shocked to the point of numbness.
Noticing the anxious and uneasy look from Zhang Yan and Zhou Hui, Tang Song took the initiative to step forward and exchange a few pleasantries with the experts.
Then he introduced, "This is Aunt Zhou Hui, the patient herself. This is her daughter, Zhang Yan."
Zhang Yan quickly bowed deeply to the experts, "Please help us, thank you, thank you."
Director Lin tily spoke, "The consultation room has limited space, to ensure the efficiency of the experts’ discussion, the other family mbers can rest here for a while, we’ll co over to communicate as soon as we have a conclusion."
Chen Jinlong and Chen Yao nodded imdiately, "Alright, alright."
Then, accompanied by Tang Song, Zhang Yan helped her mother Zhou Hui and followed the team of experts into the adjacent private consultation room.
The ergency expert consultation officially began.
...
Inside the lounge.
Chen Shuangshuang collapsed on the sofa, the nerve that had been taut to the point of breaking finally relaxed.
Her eyes flowed with the joy of surviving a calamity and indescribable shock.
Contacting Zhang Yan, this "sister," by phone initially was just a last shred of hope, the desperate grab of a drowning person at a piece of driftwood.
Yet surprisingly, behind this driftwood was an indestructible giant ship.
Beside her, Chen Jinlong hung his head, his face a mix of relieved joy and deep sha.
He exhaled a long breath of foul air, as if he was lifting a thousand-pound burden off.
Only Chen Yao, her gaze flickered uncertainly, biting her lower lip hard.
She looked down at her phone, on the screen was the ssage she sent to her brother Chen Bingwen.
This reversal ca too fast and too fiercely, it had completely surpassed the script she and her brother had rehearsed beforehand.
She didn’t know how to cope next.
Ti was infinitely prolonged in the anxious waiting.
"Ring, ring——" the phone rang.
Chen Yao promptly stood up, answering the call while walking out.
After a while.
A young man about twenty-eight or twenty-nine quickly walked in.
He was wearing a slightly cheap-looking suit, his hair slicked with gel, his face carrying urgency and anxiety.
"Bro!"
"Yaoyao!" Chen Bingwen ca before Chen Yao, asked impatiently: "What exactly is going on?!"
"I don’t know the details, who could have thought Zhang Yan knew such a friend..."
Chen Yao whispered everything that happened after Tang Song appeared, full of regret and remorse.
Not regretting her previous harshness and indifference, but missing out on the chance to turn things around with Tang Song.
It’s said that when one person succeeds, their close companions succeed too.
If not for this incident, with Zhang Yan and Zhou Hui’s personalities, they could absolutely be manipulated by them, who knows how much benefit there might be in the future.
But now it has turned into this,
"Bro, what do we do now?" Chen Yao looked at her brother.
Chen Yao was just a freshly graduated university student, facing such a big matter, she couldn’t quickly sort it out.
Making the most beneficial decision so quickly was entirely due to his guidance, all the ideas were his.
He hadn’t attended college, started struggling in society after graduating high school, working in sales for almost ten years.
He was extrely slick and sophisticated.
So things were not convenient for the father to say, nor for him to speak, having her, an inexperienced recent graduate, say it would be the most suitable.
Of course, he also feared that if a big fuss was made with Zhou Hui, the opposite side might file for divorce and demand a division of assets.
He hadn’t shown his face, leaving a fallback, and coming out at the right ti to appease.
It seems now that it was the right thing to do.
Imdiately, Chen Bingwen’s expression changed, lowered his voice, and quickly spoke in a volu that only the two could hear.
Chen Yao’s eyes flickered, constantly nodding, revealing an expression of surprise.
Quickly, the exchange between the two ended.
Chen Bingwen took a deep breath, instantly put on a face of grief and filial piety, and stepped into the lounge.
"Dad! Shuangshuang! How’s Mom? What did the doctors say?!"
Seeing his son arrive, Chen Jinlong quickly stood up, "Bingwen, you’re here."
Chen Shuangshuang’s eyes flashed with disdain, she turned her gaze away, not looking at this brother.
Another half an hour passed, the door to the consultation room finally opened.
Almost the mont Zhang Yan and Zhou Hui walked out, Chen Bingwen imdiately "rushed" up as the first.
Grasped Zhou Hui’s arm, his voice with suppressed choking: "Mom! How are you? I just heard from Yaoyao about your condition, only found out it’s this serious! Why didn’t you and Dad tell !"
Next, he turned around, facing Tang Song and Zhang Yan, his face full of gratitude and guilt.
"You must be Mr. Tang? Thank you so much, thank you so much! I’m Yao and Shuangshuang’s brother, Chen Bingwen."
"Hello." Tang Song nodded, felt the hem of his clothes being gently pulled.
Turning his head, he saw Zhang Yan shaking her head towards him.
From her eyes, Tang Song imdiately spotted the anomaly, withdrew his words of pleasantries.
Chen Bingwen thanked them a few more tis.
Then suddenly turned and harshly scolded his sister Chen Yao: "And you! Mom’s so sick, how can you think of saving money and not treating her? You even deliberately hid it from ?"
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