Inside the quiet car cabin.

Zhou Hui’s rough hands were tightly clasped on her knees, even her breathing became cautious and restrained.

She furtively glanced at the young man in front, then at her daughter beside her, her heart filled with astonishment and immense confusion.

Although she didn’t interact much with Zhang Yan in daily life, after all, she was her own flesh and blood;

she understood her daughter’s personality better than anyone.

Introverted, timid, even somewhat insecure.

She only had one or two close friends, and even fewer friends of the opposite sex.

She had never known, nor had her daughter ever mentioned, that she actually knew such an outstanding boy.

And their relationship was so close—if Zhang Yan didn’t truly like him, she would never be that intimate with him.

Over the years, she had been working at the bottom tier of the city, washing dishes in restaurant kitchens, making beds in hotels, cleaning offices in office buildings.

She had seen many kinds of people and had gained some insight.

The car they were riding in was the world’s top luxury car, a Rolls-Royce, costing nearly a thousand square feet in motion.

And the high-quality suit the young man wore was definitely not something an ordinary person could afford.

He was someone far beyond their social class, a person living in another world.

By logic, her daughter would never have any connection with such a person.

More importantly, with Zhang Yan’s personality, she would never dare develop feelings for such a person.

Just then, Tang Song ended his call, turned around, and looked back at them.

“The hospital has already arranged everything. Director He happens to be available today;

he’s an authoritative expert in lymphoma in the country. Don’t worry, everything will be fine.”

Zhang Yan’s lips moved slightly, only able to quietly say, “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about Juzi either.” Tang Song’s gaze shifted to Zhang Yan, his tone softening somewhat. “The hospital has the most professional special care, with 24-hour shifts, so they can take very good care of Auntie. You don’t need to be here all the time.”

Upon hearing “Juzi,” Zhang Yan’s tense body finally relaxed a little.

She lifted her head, her clear, timid eyes flickering, as if wanting to say something, but in the end, she just squeezed out a “Mm.”

Beside her, Zhou Hui nervously looked at Tang Song. There was not a hint of condescension in his eyes;

instead, there was a strong sense of reassurance—sincere and warm.

This made her instantly relax.

Compared to the powerful and influential people she had met, Tang Song was much easier to get along with.

Soon, the car smoothly arrived at the affiliated tumor hospital of Sun Yat-sen University.

Almost at the same time they got off, the taxi carrying Chen Yao and the others also rushed up behind.

Chen Shuangshuang, carrying her backpack, ran straight over and gently helped support Zhou Hui’s other arm, whispering, “Mom, sister.”

Her tears had completely stopped, but her eyes kept sneaking glances at Tang Song.

Zhou Hui saw how obedient and harmonious her youngest daughter, who had always been resistant to Zhang Yan, had become, and felt a wave of comfort.

“Mom, be careful, watch the step.” Chen Yao hurried forward with a concerned yet embarrassed expression.

Zhou Hui frowned but ignored her.

“I’ll make a call.” Tang Song said as he dialed again, simply saying, “Hello, we’ve arrived, right at the outpatient building entrance.”

Just after he finished speaking, a group of people in white coats with hospital badges quickly walked out through the hospital gate.

Seeing Tang Song, they immediately came forward to greet him.

Leading them was a capable middle-aged woman in her forties.

She wore a warm smile and walked straight up to Tang Song, extending her hand proactively. “Hello, Mr. Tang, I’m Lin Wan, Director of the Office of the Affiliated Tumor Hospital of Sun Yat-sen University.”

Hearing her self-introduction, Zhou Hui and Chen Yao were both shocked.

The so-called “Office of the Hospital Director” was actually the hospital’s core administrative department.

They never imagined the person coming to receive them would be such a high-ranking leader.

“Hello, Director Lin, thank you for your hard work.” Tang Song politely shook her hand and slightly turned aside, saying, “This is the patient, Zhou Hui.”

Zhou Hui looked at the other party, so nervous her palms were sweating;

she could only nod instinctively.

“It’s our duty.” Director Lin’s gaze warmly swept over Zhou Hui, then turned to Tang Song and said, “All the medical records from the First Affiliated Hospital of the University of Pharmacy have been transferred. The expert team is currently holding a preparatory meeting for preliminary research. We can head there now.”

“Okay.”

The group of six followed the hospital team, passing through a relatively quiet internal administrative corridor, taking an elevator directly to the special medical center in the inpatient department.

This environment was completely different from the noisy ordinary wards downstairs.

Thick carpets covered the floor, carefully trimmed plants were placed at the corners, and there was no smell of disinfectant in the air, only a faint aroma of essential oils.

Director Lin led them into a spacious and bright private lounge and softly said, “Please rest here for a while and have some water.”

Zhou Hui and the others sat awkwardly on the sofa, unsure where to put their hands and feet.

This kind of “privilege” treatment, only seen in dramas, was something they had never imagined in their whole lives.

Zhang Yan secretly glanced at Tang Song beside her, feeling both settled and anxious.

After waiting a while, the lounge door opened again.

Seven people in white coats with extraordinary presence walked in.

The small consultation room suddenly felt a bit cramped.

Director Lin softly introduced, “Mr. Tang, this is Vice President Zhang Bo, responsible for medical affairs;

this is Director He, head of the Hematology Oncology Department;

Professor Wang, a specialist in hematopathology;

and Director Ma from our CAR-T treatment center…”

Seeing each expert and hearing their prestigious titles, Chen Jinlong and Chen Yao were nearly stunned into numbness.

Noticing Zhang Yan and Zhou Hui’s anxious and uneasy eyes, Tang Song stepped forward and greeted the experts briefly.

Then he introduced, “This is Auntie Zhou Hui, the patient herself. This is her daughter, Zhang Yan.”

Zhang Yan hurriedly bowed deeply to the experts, “Thank you all for your help, thank you.”

Director Lin timely said, “The consultation room is limited in space. To ensure the experts’ discussion efficiency, other family members can rest here first. We will come to communicate any conclusions as soon as possible.”

Chen Jinlong and Chen Yao immediately nodded, “Okay, okay.”

Then, accompanied by Tang Song, Zhang Yan supported her mother Zhou Hui and followed the expert team to the adjacent private consultation room.

The urgent expert consultation officially began.

In the lounge, Chen Shuangshuang slumped onto the sofa;

the nerve that had been so tense it was about to snap finally relaxed.

Her eyes brimmed with the joy of survival and indescribable shock.

At first, calling Zhang Yan the “sister” was just a faint hope, like a drowning person clutching at a stray piece of driftwood.

Unexpectedly, behind that driftwood was an indestructible giant ship.

Beside her, Chen Jinlong lowered his head, his face a mixture of relief and deep shame.

He exhaled heavily, as if shedding a thousand-pound burden.

Only Chen Yao’s eyes flickered unsettledly as she bit her lower lip hard.

She looked down at her phone, the screen displaying a message she sent to her brother Chen Bingwen.

This sudden, violent reversal had completely surpassed any script she and her brother had rehearsed beforehand.

She didn’t know how to cope with what was coming next.

Time stretched infinitely in anxious waiting.

“Ring—ring—ring—” The phone rang.

Chen Yao quickly stood up, answering the call while walking outside.

After a moment, a young man around twenty-eight or twenty-nine hurried in.

He wore an ordinary suit, his hair slicked neatly with gel, his face anxious and uneasy.

“Brother!”

“Yao Yao!” Chen Bingwen rushed up to Chen Yao, urgently asking, “What exactly happened?!”

“I don’t know the details either. Who would have thought Zhang Yan would know such a friend…”

Chen Yao quietly recounted everything that happened after Tang Song appeared, her face full of regret and remorse.

Not regret for previous harshness or coldness, but regret for missing the chance to turn things around with Tang Song.

There is a saying: When one person attains success, even their dogs and chickens ascend to heaven.

If not for this incident, with Zhang Yan and Zhou Hui’s personalities, they could have been easily manipulated, and who knows how much benefit they could have gained later.

But now it was all like this.

“Brother, what should we do now?” Chen Yao looked at her brother.

After all, Chen Yao was a recent college graduate and found it hard to quickly sort out her thoughts facing such a big matter.

The reason she reacted so quickly was entirely because he was guiding behind the scenes, and all the ideas were his.

He hadn’t gone to college, started working right after high school, and had been in sales for nearly ten years.

He was extremely smooth and worldly-wise.

Some things their father couldn’t say, and he couldn’t speak of, so it was best for his immature younger sister to say them.

Of course, before, they were also afraid that if things really escalated with Zhou Hui, the other side would sue for divorce and demand property division.

He had not appeared publicly, also to keep a backup plan and step in to calm things later if needed.

Now, it seemed that was the right decision.

Then Chen Bingwen’s expression shifted;

he lowered his voice and quickly spoke in a volume only the two of them could hear.

Chen Yao’s eyes flickered, she nodded continuously with a surprised look.

Soon their conversation ended.

Chen Bingwen took a deep breath, his face immediately changing to a sorrowful yet filial expression as he strode into the lounge.

“Dad! Shuangshuang! How is 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 disgust;

she averted her gaze, refusing to look at this brother.

Half an hour later, the consultation room door finally opened.

Almost the moment Zhang Yan and Zhou Hui came out, Chen Bingwen immediately rushed forward first.

He grabbed Zhou Hui’s arm, his voice choked with suppressed sobs, “Mom! How are you? I just heard from Yao Yao about your condition and didn’t know it was so serious! Why didn’t you and Dad tell me?”

Then he turned to face Tang Song and Zhang Yan, his face full of gratitude and guilt.

“You must be Mr. Tang, right? Thank you so much, thank you! I’m Yao Yao and Shuangshuang’s brother, Chen Bingwen.”

“Hello.” Tang Song nodded, but suddenly the hem of his coat was gently tugged.

He turned his head and saw Zhang Yan shaking her head at him.

From her eyes, Tang Song immediately sensed something was wrong and cut off his casual greetings.

Chen Bingwen thanked him a few more times, then abruptly turned and sternly scolded his sister Chen Yao, “You too! Mom is so seriously ill, how could you think about saving money by not treating her? And you deliberately hid it from me?”

“Brother, you… you’re getting married soon. I was afraid your fiancée…”

“Shut up! Do you think I’m the kind of person who would ignore my family’s life just because I’m getting married?!”

His voice was loud and full of emotion.

Chen Yao’s eyes reddened;

she lowered her head and walked over to Zhang Yan and Zhou Hui, her voice trembling with tears, “Mom, Zhang Yan, I’m sorry, I was wrong… I was so immature, it was my fault…”

But Zhou Hui just quietly looked at them, her cloudy eyes showing no trace of emotion.

After a moment, she slowly spoke, “Is that so?”

Chen Bingwen was stunned, then resolutely said, “Of course! Mom, if I had known your condition was this serious earlier, I would have sold the wedding house and borrowed money everywhere. If I didn’t get married, I’d still make sure to treat your illness!”

Zhou Hui coughed, her eyes, dulled by illness, suddenly sharp and piercing.

She looked at the brother and sister in front of her and calmly said, “The experts just said the next treatment is that… CAR-T therapy. They said my physical condition is still good, and there’s a good chance of cure.”

She paused, her gaze slowly scanning their faces, continuing, “Since that’s the case, I’ve made up my mind—I’m going to get treated. The experts said the cost will be about 1.5 million yuan. Bingwen, didn’t you just say that even if you had to sell the house, you’d treat Mom? Then… let’s raise the money.”

The moment she finished, Chen Bingwen and Chen Yao’s expressions instantly froze.

At that moment, Zhang Yan took a deep breath and suddenly stepped forward. For the first time, her gaze was so firm as she looked directly at Chen Yao.

“I don’t have much money. For the initial hospitalization and tests, I can only raise about thirty to forty thousand yuan for now. But I will keep working and send the money to Mom later.”

After more than an hour of consultation, her mind was completely clear.

If possible, she truly did not want to owe Tang Song so much money.

Those favors and medical resources were, after all, for her mother’s life.

But 1.5 million yuan was an overwhelmingly heavy number;

she really couldn’t repay it.

This heavy “favor” would make her even more insecure, and she didn’t know how to repay him.

Under Zhang Yan’s clear and burning gaze, Chen Yao instinctively stepped back half a step, her eyes flustered.

She suddenly realized she had missed a crucial point.

Tang Song had never said he would pay that money!

It was only because he appeared strong and wealthy that they had subconsciously assumed it!

Chen Bingwen was stunned, his mind racing to weigh options.

He didn’t dare agree.

He couldn’t afford it.

After all, a wealthy tycoon who drives a Rolls-Royce surely had countless women around him.

Zhang Yan’s relationship with him might not be that solid.

If he agreed and Zhou Hui actually did it, then failed to attach to Tang Song, his life would be completely ruined.

Zhou Hui continued, “So? Bingwen, Yao Yao, will you raise the money or not?!”

Chen Bingwen said sincerely, “Mom… look at you, why are you still angry with us? The main thing now is your illness is too urgent. We can’t raise enough right away. Everything should focus on treatment.”

“How can you treat without money? Are you still standing by what you just said?”

“I… I…”

Chen Bingwen stammered, sweat beading on his forehead, instinctively glancing at Tang Song.

But what met him were two calm and indifferent eyes that seemed to see through his little schemes.

Feeling the aura from the other side, his heart suddenly tightened.

He flushed red and lowered his head.

Zhou Hui smiled, a trace of mockery flashing in her eyes.

Having lived quietly with this family for fifteen years, she had long seen through the nature of this brother and sister.

When she learned her cancer chemotherapy had failed, she worried most about Zhang Yan.

She feared that after she was gone, that introverted and timid daughter would become even more reclusive;

She feared her daughter would repeat her own mistakes, encounter unkind people, be bullied, and suffer even more than she did.

But the sudden appearance of Tang Song today gave her a “ray of hope,” and she clearly saw the affection and love on Zhang Yan’s face.

What she feared most was that this family, like leeches, would cling tightly to Zhang Yan through this opportunity, cling to Tang Song,

and completely destroy the happiness her daughter might finally have.

So she had to, in front of Tang Song and Zhang Yan, tear off their hypocritical masks with her own hands and completely cut off their opportunistic intentions.

In this, she was an extremely selfish mother and utterly fearless.

Amidst this silent confrontation,

Tang Song’s voice suddenly sounded: “It’s already noon, Auntie. Let’s go handle the hospitalization procedures first.”

Nearby, Director Lin timely spoke: “Yes, business first. Lunch has been prepared, family members can eat in the lounge here.”

Zhou Hui nodded.

Zhang Yan carefully supported her mother’s arm and softly said, “Mom, let’s go.”

Chen Shuangshuang watched this scene, then looked back at her dejected father and her brother and sister with sullen faces, biting her lip.

She picked up her backpack and hurried to follow.

Zhou Hui’s special ward was an independent suite, equipped not only with a bed area with private bathroom and advanced medical equipment but also a small reception room furnished with soft sofas and a tea table.

Outside the window was a quiet central garden of the hospital, lush and green, refreshing the mind.

In the room, reception consultant Zhao Fei was already waiting with two nursing assistants. Seeing them come in, she immediately greeted, “Mr. Tang.”

Tang Song nodded and gently tugged Zhang Yan’s wrist. “This is my friend Zhang Yan, and also the patient’s daughter. Zhao Fei, you’ll be staying here at the hospital from now on.”

“Okay, Mr. Tang, no problem.”

Tang Song looked at Zhang Yan and said, “If you need anything, just talk directly to Zhao Fei. She will help you solve it.”

Zhang Yan looked at the elegant woman opposite her and awkwardly bowed, “Thank you.”

“You’re very kind. I’ll help your mother with the hospitalization procedures. This is Mrs. Zhou’s dedicated nursing assistant, who will be here 24 hours.”

“Thank you.”

Zhou Hui sat awkwardly on the sofa, watching the nursing assistant pour warm water for her, looking at this environment so clean it didn’t feel like a hospital room, feeling a bit at a loss.

Lunch was soon delivered.

It was not any delicacy but was carefully prepared by the hospital’s nutrition expert team according to Zhou Hui’s current physical condition, consisting of four dishes and one soup.

The dishes were light but exquisitely made, delicately packed in insulated lunch boxes.

Tang Song, Zhang Yan, and Chen Shuangshuang’s lunch was much more abundant, also nutritionally balanced.

The meal was eaten in extraordinary silence.

The dark cloud hanging over the mother and daughters’ hearts gradually dissipated bit by bit amidst the warm food and peaceful environment.

After the meal, the nursing assistant began tidying Zhou Hui’s bed, preparing for an afternoon rest.

Zhang Yan stood there, watching her mother settle into the newly changed, clean, and soft bedding, finally truly letting out a sigh of relief.

“Sister.” A timid voice sounded behind her.

Zhang Yan turned around and saw Chen Shuangshuang cautiously looking at her.

“T-Tang Song is waiting for you outside.” Chen Shuangshuang pointed at the door quietly. “Maybe you should go talk with him alone?”

Zhang Yan’s heart jumped. She pressed her lips tightly and then responded with a quiet “Mm.”

She turned and struggled to walk outside.

Zhou Hui looked at her daughter, her eyes revealing a thoughtful expression.

Soft footsteps approached.

Tang Song, who was replying to messages, looked up and saw Zhang Yan walking toward him.

“Zhang Yan.” Tang Song called softly.

“Mm… here. Thank you, and… I’m sorry… I…”

Zhang Yan hung her head, twisting the corner of her clothes awkwardly. Her long eyelashes cast a small shadow beneath her eyes.

This morning, Tang Song’s sudden appearance and all he showed had caused a mountain-shattering and sea-quaking shock inside her heart.

Romantic to death and unwavering, but inevitably mundane.

She was also a normal woman;

at the most desperate and helpless moment—

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The stirring and trembling in her heart were indescribable.

Especially since she already harbored a deep, tangled feeling for him she couldn’t even sort out herself.

Looking at him now, this buried affection of over ten years was like a volcano instantly ignited, almost breaking through her chest, surging out.

But… overwhelming insecurity and embarrassment were like cold iron chains trapping her in place.

In that letter, she wrote, “I also wish you forever to be like when you were young—passionate, brave, with light in your eyes.”

Because…

She thought he was also struggling in the muddy swamp of life, hoping her faint “light” could give him some insignificant encouragement.

But now it seemed he was the sun himself.

Tang Song put down his phone and stepped in front of her. “Why do you have to say sorry?”

Zhang Yan’s shoulders trembled slightly. “I… I’ve troubled you, a big trouble, and a lot of money.”

“That’s not trouble for me.”

“But…”

Tang Song shook his head and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. “Zhang Yan, are we good friends?”

Zhang Yan slowly raised her head, looking into his eyes, her lips moving as she clearly uttered one word: “Yes.”

During these brief three days together, she had already overlapped the Tang Song before her with the clean “boy” from her memories.

The one who joked with her, cared for her, and made her feel at ease—the best friend.

“You’ve read ‘Dragon Ball,’ right? You should remember when Goku first defeated Frieza?”

“I remember.” Zhang Yan looked at him steadily, answering instinctively, “Volume sixteen.”

Tang Song’s face showed a pure and warm smile. “Now, life and disease are that *Frieza*. It’s brought you unprecedented pressure and fear. But it also gives you a chance to transform.”

Zhang Yan looked into his eyes, tears uncontrollable, flooding out.

She wiped her tears roughly with the back of her hand, choking out her deepest insecurity: “But I… I’m very stupid, I’m not… a Saiyan.”

In her eyes, Liu Qingning was the real “Saiyan.”

Tang Song looked at this tearful, trembling girl, deeply moved with complex feelings.

At this moment, he suddenly understood.

Why when he first obtained the [Dream System] and saw the “future scene,” Zhang Yan would only pass the civil servant exam at thirty-one.

And why she delayed contacting him, instead of opening the story between them with a letter carrying ten years of hidden feelings.

Probably because of her mother’s sudden serious illness.

As the only adult daughter, with Zhang Yan’s kind and timid personality, she absolutely would not give up on her mother.

This also meant that on the original timeline without him, she would spend a long time stuck in the swamp, burdened by this heavy responsibility and high medical expenses.

Until her mother died, and she lost all support in this world, then she finally gathered the courage to take the civil servant exam and tried to contact him.

What kind of mood and state was she in then?

Tang Song’s heart was violently tugged by something.

What he changed with the system was never only his and Liu Qingning’s lives.

It should also be hers.

Tang Song took a deep breath, his gaze becoming extremely serious. “So, do you think I’m a Saiyan?”

Zhang Yan raised her tear-blurred eyes and nodded without hesitation: “Yes.”

Suddenly, he leaned down, moved closer—very close to her face,

Close enough for her to clearly feel his warm breath.

Zhang Yan’s cheeks instantly flushed bright red, her body uncontrollably trembling violently.

“Then I will lend you the power that belongs to me. When you learn how to transform into a ‘Super Saiyan,’ you can return this power to me.”

He said this, then suddenly lowered his head and gently kissed her cold cheek still stained with tear marks.

Time seemed to stretch and freeze at that moment.

“Shuai—shuai shuai—”

Zhang Yan’s eyes suddenly widened, and all she could hear was her own heartbeat in her ears.

When the golden wind meets the jade dew, it surpasses countless human encounters.

Immediately after, she felt her legs weaken, all her strength seemingly drained, and she collapsed directly onto Tang Song’s body.