You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Jiang Che sighed and said with a sense of helplessness, "I understand how you feel. My cousin was also diagnosed with leukemia a few years ago, and I stayed with him at Peking Union Medical College Hospital for a while."

Chen Xiulan asked instinctively, "What happened to him afterward?"

"He was lucky enough to find a suitable bone marrow match, had the transplant surgery, and is recovering quite well now."

Jiang Che gave a wry smile, shook his head and sighed, "Although the final result was good, the process in between was very difficult. It took several years in total."

Hearing this, Chen Xiulan nodded with a wry smile: "Yes, this illness is truly torturous."

"My son has been diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia for several years, and he had a high fever again last night."

Jiang Che gave him a knowing look: "Fever is the most agonizing thing. It keeps coming back. Every time we family members are there, we're on tenterhooks just watching."

At first, Chen Xiulan managed to remain calm, but her voice trembled more and more as she spoke.

She wasn't usually someone who would confide in strangers, but the despair and exhaustion that had accumulated over the past three years were simply too much to bear.

She was so heavy that she only needed a small outlet to unleash her torrents like a burst dam.

"We couldn't find a match, and the child underwent round after round of chemotherapy. He's only fourteen years old, and he's so thin he's just skin and bones..."

Jiang Che stood quietly listening to Chen Xiulan recount her grievances, neither interrupting nor rushing to comfort her.

At this moment, the expression on his face was just the right amount of heartache and empathy, as if he really was someone who had experienced similar pain.

But he did feel quite sympathetic towards Lin Qiming's plight.

After all, they are just teenagers who should be enjoying their youth, but instead, due to a sudden illness, they have been confined to the hospital for most of their time.

His goal was to persuade Lin Zhengyang to turn back from the wrong path, and his goal was also to rescue Lin Qiming.

Even if Lin Zhengyang ultimately chooses to continue colluding with Zhao Guodong, Jiang Che will continue to help Lin Qiming after sending him to prison.

"The cost of treating children is a bottomless pit."

Chen Xiulan wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, gave a bitter laugh, and said, "My husband's salary alone is simply not enough to support us. One of his colleagues lent us some money before..."

At this point, her expression became somewhat subtle.

"Borrow money?" Jiang Che asked at the opportune moment.

"Yes, he's a manager at my husband's company."

Chen Xiulan lowered her head, her voice becoming slightly softer, "At that time, the child's condition suddenly worsened, and we urgently needed a large sum of money for chemotherapy. We were really desperate, and he offered to help."

"That's good." Jiang Che pretended not to understand.

Chen Xiulan shook her head, pursed her lips, and continued, "At first, I thought it was well-intentioned, but later... my husband did some things at the company that he didn't want to do."

Although she didn't elaborate on what happened, one could read a lot of helplessness and guilt in her bloodshot eyes.

"I know he did it for the children, but I still feel uneasy."

"That money was like a rope around our necks, tightening and tightening."

Hearing this, Jiang Che knew it was time to close the net.

After Chen Xiulan finished speaking, Jiang Che smiled and asked, "Is the colleague you mentioned surnamed Zhao?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiulan immediately looked up at him in shock, her eyes also showing a hint of wariness.

How did you know?

Jiang Che's expression remained unchanged. He smiled calmly and explained, "My father works at the headquarters of Jiang Sheng Group and has some business dealings with President Zhao."

"Some time ago, during a chat, someone mentioned that Mr. Zhao had previously donated money to the family of one of his colleagues, and that he was a very nice person."

Upon hearing that Jiang Che's father was also an employee of Jiang Sheng Group, Chen Xiulan's vigilance immediately dissipated considerably.

"Yes, our whole family is very grateful to Mr. Zhao for lending us this money..."

She sighed again, "But 800,000 is really not enough. The bone marrow matching and targeted drugs alone have cost almost all of it, and the follow-up treatment will cost another two or three million. Our family is really..."

At this point, Chen Xiulan choked up, unable to utter the last half of the sentence she hadn't yet spoken.

Jiang Che seized the opportunity and handed the document in his hand to Chen Xiulan.

"To be honest, Auntie, the reason I came to the hospital this time was to see you."

He opened the document, revealing the red title of "Renxin Charity Foundation's Special Assistance Program for Rare Diseases in Children".

"I currently work as a project specialist at the Renxin Charitable Foundation, where I am responsible for connecting families with children suffering from rare diseases."

"Qiming's condition meets our foundation's aid criteria. If you are willing, I can include Qiming in our aid list, so that the foundation can fully cover all subsequent treatment costs."

Chen Xiulan was stunned.

She took the folder and flipped through a few pages with trembling fingers.

The document contains photos of children who had been rescued in the past.

Before the surgery, the children were all thin and pale, but after the surgery, they all had rosy complexions and stood in the sunlight, smiling brightly.

She stared at the document, reading it word by word, her lips trembling slightly.

"Fully...fully cover it? Are you serious?"

"Of course it's true. It includes not only the treatment costs, but also the costs of finding an international bone marrow match, as well as the costs of hiring experts from abroad for consultations."

Jiang Che smiled and added, "This is purely a charitable act, without any conditions attached, and you are not required to repay it."

After saying all this, he stood quietly in place, waiting for Chen Xiulan to process the information.

Chen Xiulan held the document, her fingers tracing the photos of the children on the pages again and again.

Her eyes reddened and reddened, and her lips moved for a long time, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Three years.

Three whole years.

Since the day Lin Qiming was diagnosed, her life has become an endless nightmare.

Chemotherapy, matching, relapse, more chemotherapy—every time the doctor talks to them, it feels like a death sentence.

Lin Zhengyang looked twenty years older as he tried to raise money for medical expenses; the white hair at his temples made him look much older than his early forties.

She had woken up countless times in the middle of the night, staring at the stark white ceiling of the hospital, wondering how much longer she could endure this.

Now, this young man in front of her tells her that the foundation is willing to cover all subsequent treatment costs.

It's not a loan.

It is aid.

The kind that doesn't need to be repaid.

"I……"

Chen Xiulan's voice seemed to be blocked by something. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, her body trembling slightly, "I don't know what to say... You really are..."

"You don't need to say anything."

Jiang Che leaned forward slightly, reached out to support her arm, and said with a firm tone and eyes, "Auntie, everything I just said stands."

"Once Qiming's information is synchronized into our database, we will expedite the bone marrow matching process through international channels, which will be much faster than if you contact us yourself."

"If nothing unexpected happens, we should have a result within a month."