Hospital.
Li Huan walked out of the emergency room, removed his mask, and glanced at Gong Chen and Sang Li, his expression exceptionally grave.
The three of them headed to Li Huan’s office.
They talked for over an hour.
"For now, there’s no immediate danger to her life, but the liver failure caused by her autoimmune condition— the best treatment would be a liver transplant."
"Although the matching criteria for liver transplantation aren’t very strict, it’s still quite difficult to find someone with the same blood type and willing to donate part of their liver on such short notice."
Unfortunately, Sang Ran and her immediate family do not share the same blood type. Otherwise, this wouldn’t be so troublesome.
Sang Li immediately said, "No matter how much money it takes, I’m willing to pay."
Li Huan sighed helplessly, "Why don’t you first check with other relatives? That might be quicker."
"Alright."
As soon as the words left his mouth, a nurse came in to inform them that Sang Ran had been moved back to her room.
Sang Li turned and said, "My father is already downstairs. Let’s go check on Xiao Ran. You two talk."
As he left, he gave Gong Chen a meaningful glance.
Gong Chen remained silent.
Once the door closed.
Li Huan asked curiously, "What’s going on between you and Mr. Sang? Why does it feel like there’s an undercurrent between you two?"
"Nothing."
Gong Chen denied it aloud, but he was keenly aware that Sang Li had likely figured out that he had taken over the project.
So Lin Zhiyi probably knew too.
Right now, she was likely very angry, wasn’t she?
No matter.
As long as she doesn’t end up getting engaged to Sang Li.
Seeing that Gong Chen didn’t want to talk, Li Huan didn’t press further and lowered his head to organize the chaotic pile of examination reports on his desk.
The sound of papers rustling instead made the office feel excessively quiet.
Unable to tolerate the silence, Li Huan looked up and asked, "Have you dealt with the issue regarding Second Madam yet?"
"Almost."
Gong Chen responded indifferently, his gaze fixated on the screen of his phone.
The display alternated between lighting up and dimming.
Li Huan clicked his tongue twice, fully aware of who Gong Chen was waiting on a call from.
As he reached to stuff the reports into a drawer, Lin Zhiyi’s hand examination report coincidentally slipped out.
Li Huan picked it up and flipped through a few pages, letting out a surprised noise before casually commenting, "Lin Zhiyi is also AB blood type."
Gong Chen continued staring at his phone, paying it little attention.
Right then, Zhou Zhao knocked on the door and came in.
"Third Young Master, the lady wants to see you."
"Alright."
Gong Chen placed his phone back in his pocket, greeted Li Huan briefly, and left the office.
Li Huan, now seated, brewed a pot of tea to take a break, only for Zhou Zhao and Chen Jin to come walking in.
"What are you here for?"
"A lot of people from the Sang Family have arrived to discuss family matters. We shouldn’t be around, so we decided to chill here instead."
Zhou Zhao said as he snatched away the teapot and poured himself a cup.
After finishing his cup, he didn’t forget to pour one for Chen Jin as well.
Chen Jin didn’t drink the tea; he said nothing but kept staring down at his phone.
"What are you looking at?" Zhou Zhao leaned closer for a peek and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, wow! Assistant Chen, who would’ve thought! You’re so sneaky, looking at pictures like this during work hours?"
On the screen was a photo of a woman, scantily dressed, standing on a beach.
She had sent over a dozen pictures in one go, showcasing her figure from almost every angle.
Li Huan’s interest perked up instantly, and he leaped from the desk in excitement.
"Chen Jin, so you like this type of woman? You’ve finally got some taste!"
Chen Jin raised his phone and said expressionlessly, "I don’t know her. She added me randomly and said she wanted to talk about something. I assumed it was work-related."
Just as he finished speaking, Zhou Zhao pointed excitedly to the screen.
The woman had withdrawn the pictures and sent a voice message.
"Sorry, I sent them by mistake. Please don’t look. I’ll return the money to you."
The next moment, she sent over a transfer.
For seventy-nine yuan.
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