Wen Yanchu didn't notice the cold look in the eyes of the man in the driver's seat of the car on the roadside.

Listening to the milky voice on the other end of the phone, she just felt very warm. For the past five years, the milk bun has been all her warmth and all her motivation.

"Okay, Xiaoxi, don't worry about me, I'm really... okay!" Nai Baozi's milky voice said comforting words, but it was not difficult to hear the weakness and hesitation in his voice.

When Wen Yan first heard these words, she frowned. She knew very well how well-behaved and sensible her son was, and how much he didn't want others to worry about her. She also knew very well that her son was not a child who knew how to lie at all, so the words

Only then will there be those hesitations.

Her smile suddenly fell, and her brows furrowed tightly, "Son, don't lie to me. Let Mr. White answer the phone! Now! Immediately!"

"But!" The little girl on the other end wanted to say something more, but he had already heard the slight nasal sound in her tone. He knew very well that his mother would have a heavy nasal sound in her nose whenever she wanted to cry.

Mr. White was wearing a white coat and was standing beside his bed. The little girl hesitated for a moment, then finally covered the microphone of the phone and raised his eyes to look at Mr. White.

The little man on the hospital bed looked very thin, and his face was not particularly good-looking. He had the characteristic frailty and paleness of a patient, and there was not a single hair on his small head.

Speaking in standard American English, he hesitantly requested Mr. White, "Mr. White, can you...can you not tell my mother about my condition? Can you...just say that I am fine?"

Mr. White has been following up on Xiao Naibao's condition and naturally knows how smart and sensible this child is. He doesn't want to worry anyone so much that he silently endures no matter how uncomfortable the treatment or the pain. However, at the age of just over four years old, he is facing

Those treatments were difficult for adults to handle, but in order not to make people worry, I didn’t even shed tears.

He couldn't bear it in his heart, so he reached out to the little baby to take the phone, then reached out and gently touched his head, took a look at the drip speed, and then walked out of the door.

Wen Yanchu was waiting anxiously on the other side, but suddenly there was no sound on the other side. She was so anxious that she turned around in circles. She called the other side several times but got no response. She almost shed tears.

Finally hearing Mr. White's voice from the other end, Wen Yanchu felt that his voice was trembling a little.

"Ms. Wen, I'm White."

"Mr. Huai... Mr. White, how is... my son... how is my son? Is... is the situation getting worse again?" Wen Yanchu's eyes widened, he had turned around, and his shoulders were slightly trembling.

Drooping, like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced.

"The treatment plan I discussed with you before you went abroad is effective." Listening to Mr. White's words, Wen Yanchu felt that he was finally relieved. He licked his lips that suddenly became dry.

I was just about to say that's fine, that's fine, but before a grateful smile even had time to appear on my cheeks.

Mr. White had already said over there, "It's just effective, but it's also very hard. Although the little guy endured it without saying a word, it's a very hard process for adults, and the side effects will be greater."

, the little guy’s physique will be destroyed and become worse and worse.”

Mr. White expressed his worries. As soon as he said these words, Wen Yanchu already wanted to cry. That little thing... must have been silent again, acquiescing to all the suffering, and then as long as he faced

Everyone else has a cute smiling face.

Mr. White listened to the silence on the other end and knew how difficult it was for her to be a single mother. He knew more or less why Wen Yanchu returned to China this time, so he said, "It would be best if the transplant operation could be done as soon as possible. Now

Although various treatments can temporarily delay the condition, it is not a long-term solution after all. I suggest..."

Before Mr. White finished speaking, Wen Yanchu had already answered here, "I...I will do it as soon as possible. Please...please take good care of my son. Mr. White, please, really please."

Mr. White sighed softly. The reason why he is called Mr. White instead of calling him a doctor directly is actually out of respect for him. He is an authoritative expert in pediatric hematology. Wen Yanchu has almost exhausted his savings, please.

He treated the little milk bun.

He understood Wen Yanchu's difficulties and knew her general plan, so he sighed and said, "Although the proliferative capacity of cord blood stem cells is stronger than that of bone marrow, if there is no other way, we can only settle for the second best, Miss Wen."

, the child’s father…”

"No, it can't be done. You can't tell him..." How much he hates me. If he knew about the existence of his son, I'm afraid he would never be able to forgive me. He is so powerful and he studied law at Harvard in the United States.

Talent, and in her current situation, if she really had to fight for it, how could she possibly win?

"Well, in short, please do it as soon as possible. As for the little guy, please don't worry, Miss Wen, I will treat and take care of him."

Wen Yanchu didn't notice that the man in the car behind her had got out of the car and walked toward her step by step. He was already behind her. She was too focused on the content of the phone call, so after listening to the words on the other end of the phone

, and said, "Okay, Mr. White, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, her eyes were a little dazed, and she turned her head and bumped into his chest.

When she raised her eyes, she saw Cheng Ke's cold face. Her eyes were still a little dazed, so she looked up at him steadily.

Mr. White? The corners of Cheng Ke's lips curled up coldly, so was it because of this 'Mr. White' that she smiled so brightly before?

He reached out to her, his palms spread out in front of her.

Wen Yanchu was confused, what did he want? She was confused for a moment, and the fingers hanging by her side curled up slightly. She was about to raise her hand and put it in his palm. At this time, she really needed some warmth...

But before I could reach out my hand, I heard him say coldly, "Where's the invoice?"

Her fingers froze, "Wha...what?"

"I broke your cell phone, so I should compensate you for it." His voice was light, and it sounded indescribably cold.

Wen Yanchu bit his lip and shook his head slightly, "No need. I can just buy it myself."

"That's right, now you are not the same person who used a cheap mobile phone and was short of money." Cheng Ke's words were full of ridicule, and his eyes glanced at the box of her new high-end mobile phone.

Wen Yanchu heard the sarcasm in his words and bit his lip again when he thought of the money he had collected.

"Let's go, I'll take you back, I'm in a hurry." Cheng Ke said, turned around and walked towards the car parked on the side of the road.

The woman behind her looked a little firmer, clutched the phone in her hand tightly, and stepped forward quickly.

He reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

Cheng Ke paused, pursed his thin lips, and heard the timid voice of the woman behind him, "Cheng Ke, you... did you still count your words about letting me live in Jingyuan before?"

[Author's digression]: I originally wanted to delay it a little longer, but seeing that many girls had guessed it, I explained it first. Alas, you are too smart, and I can't hide anything you write from your sharp eyes. How will I fool around in the future?
Chapter completed!