With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Wang Haoran couldn’t help but ask:

“If my illness can’t be cured in the future, would you still stay with me?”

Upon hearing this, Qin Yunhan was almost in tears, her tone resolute:

“Why would you ask such a thing? Don’t you understand my feelings? In this lifetime, I could never love anyone else but you!”

“I was just saying it casually,” Wang Haoran reassured her.

Inwardly, he thought to himself, a 90 affection level is truly extraordinary. Qin Yunhan’s love for him would likely never change, even in death. In other words, her tolerance must be incredibly high. This once bossy young lady who used to boss him around now had the tables turned on her.

…

The next morning during break time, Wang Haoran transferred 3 million to Fang Xuan.

In less than ten seconds, Fang Xuan called him. Wang Haoran walked to a quiet place to take the call.

“I’m not a woman who covets money. Consider this money a loan from you, and I’ll repay it in the future,” Fang Xuan said.

In Fang Xuan’s view, Wang Haoran had already given her 10 million before, which was her price, and there was no reason to ask for more.

“No need to repay it; it’s a gift from me,” Wang Haoran responded generously.

“A gift directly to me?” Fang Xuan was somewhat incredulous.

“That’s right, it’s for you,” Wang Haoran repeated.

Waiting for Fang Xuan to repay the money could take forever. Wang Haoran wasn’t short of money, especially with Fang Heng, the money-bringing boy, around. He even made a profit, practically for free. Giving away a few million was nothing to him. Moreover, if it could earn Fang Xuan’s favor and some rewards, it was even more worthwhile.

“No, I can’t take your money anymore. Consider it a loan,” Fang Xuan insisted with some dignity.

“I said it’s for you, so it’s for you. If you keep nagging, I’ll take all the money back,” Wang Haoran said firmly, unwilling to argue further.

Hearing this, Fang Xuan was immediately frightened and quickly changed her tone:

“Alright then, but my mother’s treatment only needs 2 million, not 3 million. I’ll return the extra 1 million to you.”

“Use the extra 1 million for yourself. Buy some better clothes. Wearing those cheap clothes too often can cause sagging,” Wang Haoran said unexpectedly.

On the other end of the line, Fang Xuan was silent for a while, but Wang Haoran received a system message.

[Fang Xuan’s affection for the host increased by 10, current total affection is 55 (growing fondness)]

[Ding, the host has influenced the plot direction, earning 300 villain points!]

“Thank you, I’ll remember your kindness forever,” Fang Xuan said, touched.

“I don’t need you to remember my kindness. It would be better if you were a bit more enthusiastic when I come to you in the future, instead of always having a stern face.”

Recalling last night, Wang Haoran couldn’t help but complain.

“I will in the future. If you need me, I’ll… I’ll be there whenever you call,” Fang Xuan said, her face blushing.

“You said it, remember that.”

Wang Haoran happily ended the call with Fang Xuan.

…

At Qingling Airport, a foreign medical team emerged from the airport exit. The team consisted of about ten people, eight of whom were foreigners. Leading them was a fifty-year-old man with a hooked nose and glasses perched on his nose.

Yan Guishan, who was waiting at the exit, was delighted to see this group and immediately approached the leading man.

“Smith, welcome to Yan Country,” Yan Guishan said with a smile.

“Sir, long time no see. You still… look as impressive as ever. Did I use that idiom correctly?” Smith said in broken Yan language.

“Haha, your Yan language is quite good,” Yan Guishan praised.

“Yan Country is a great nation in the East. I’ve always wanted to visit, but I didn’t expect it to be under such circumstances,” Smith sighed and then asked:

“Sir, what exactly is wrong with your health?”

“This…” Yan Guishan’s smile faded, and he found it difficult to speak. He could only say:

“This isn’t the place to talk. You’ve traveled a long way and must be tired. I’ve booked a hotel for you. Please, follow me.”

Smith nodded. Yan Guishan arranged for Smith’s medical team to stay at the Grand Hotel. In the afternoon, Smith’s team received their top-notch medical equipment. Yan Guishan, having composed himself, told Smith the truth.

Smith and his team began examining Yan Guishan. Before long, the results were out. Yan Guishan couldn’t understand the medical report, so he asked Smith:

“What exactly is wrong with me?”

“From the examination report, all your bodily functions and organs are normal, with no organic lesions,” Smith said.

“But I… I can’t stand up, and that’s a fact. How could I lie about something like this?” Yan Guishan said anxiously.

“Let me finish. Although there are no organ lesions, the data suggests that your kidneys are overexerted, leading to a loss of function in that area. Since returning to your country, your lifestyle must have been quite indulgent, right?”

Smith, familiar with Yan Country’s medical theories, explained in a way Yan Guishan could understand.

Recalling his recent lifestyle, Yan Guishan broke into a cold sweat. He had indeed been indulging every night without much rest since returning. However, he had lived similarly abroad without issues. Why did problems arise upon returning? Could it be that the women here were toxic?

“Smith, is there any way to cure it?” Yan Guishan asked urgently.

“Sir, we’ve known each other for a long time, so I’ll be honest with you. In your case, there’s no possibility of a cure,” Smith said bluntly.

“No, you must cure me. I’ll pay you any amount if you can cure me,” Yan Guishan said emotionally, grabbing Smith’s shoulders and shaking him.

He had lived a life of indulgence and wasn’t afraid of death, but he couldn’t bear the thought of losing function in that area. For him, it was ten times more painful than death. He absolutely couldn’t accept it.

“Sir, calm down. I’ll do my best to help you. My medical team and I will immediately work on a solution. There must be a way.”

Smith, shaken and fearing Yan Guishan might break his bones, quickly changed his tune.

“Alright, then hurry up,” Yan Guishan released his grip, but his emotions remained unstable.

Smith nodded and immediately left to find his team. However, he wasn’t planning to devise a treatment plan but was instead contemplating how to escape. Yan Guishan’s condition was incurable. If Yan Guishan went berserk, he might kill them all. After all, this was the infamous Blood Prison Wolf King, the top mercenary on the list. When the Blood Prison Wolf King was angry, anything could happen.