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Chapter 593 Kiss, Super Saiyan

Inside the quiet carriage.

Zhou Hui's rough hands were tightly clasped on her knees, and she even breathed cautiously.

She glanced furtively at the young man ahead, then at her daughter beside her, her heart filled with astonishment and utter bewilderment.

Although she didn't have much contact with Zhang Yan in daily life, she was, after all, her own flesh and blood, and she understood her daughter's personality better than anyone else.

Introverted, timid, and even somewhat insecure.

I only have one or two close friends, and I have even fewer friends of the opposite sex.

She had never known, nor had she ever heard her daughter mention, that she actually knew such an outstanding young man.

Moreover, their relationship is so close; if Zhang Yan didn't genuinely like him, she would never be so intimate with him.

Over the years, she has worked at the bottom of the city's jobs, washing dishes in restaurant kitchens, laying sheets in hotels, and cleaning in office buildings.

I've seen all sorts of people and have some experience.

Sitting in this car is like stepping into one of the world's most luxurious cars, a Rolls-Royce, which can easily cost tens of millions.

The high-quality suit he was wearing was definitely not something an ordinary person could afford.

This is someone who is far beyond their social class, someone who lives in another world.

Logically speaking, one's own daughter should never have any dealings with such a person.

More importantly, given Zhang Yan's personality, she simply wouldn't dare to develop feelings for someone like that.

At this moment.

Tang Song hung up the phone, turned around, and looked back.

"The hospital has already made arrangements. Director He happens to be here today; he's a leading expert in the field of lymphoma in China. Don't worry, everything will be alright."

Zhang Yan's lips moved, but she could only whisper, "Thank you."

"Don't worry about the oranges either." Tang Song turned to Zhang Yan, her tone softening. "The hospital has the most professional special care here, working 24-hour shifts. They can take good care of Auntie, so you don't need to stay here all the time."

Upon hearing the word "orange," Zhang Yan's tense body finally relaxed slightly.

She raised her head, her clear, timid eyes blinked, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just squeezed out an "um".

Zhou Hui, standing to the side, boldly looked at Tang Song. There was not a trace of condescending scrutiny in his eyes; instead, there was a strong sense of reassurance, sincere and warm.

This made her instantly relieved.

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

...

Soon, the car arrived smoothly at Sun Yat-sen University Cancer Center.

Almost at the same time they got out of the car, the taxi that Chen Yao and the other two were in also arrived.

Chen Shuangshuang, carrying her schoolbag, ran straight over, then took Zhou Hui's other arm and whispered, "Mom, sister."

Her tears had completely stopped, and she kept glancing at Tang Song.

Zhou Hui felt a surge of relief as she watched her youngest daughter, who had always been resistant to Zhang Yan, become so well-behaved and agreeable.

"Mom, slow down, watch your step." Chen Yao stepped forward quickly, her face showing concern and embarrassment.

Zhou Hui frowned and ignored her.

"I'll make a call." Tang Song said, dialing another number and simply saying, "Hello, we've arrived, we're at the entrance of the outpatient building."

As soon as the words were spoken, a group of people wearing white coats and hospital name tags strode out of the hospital gate.

Upon seeing Tang and Song, everyone quickly stepped forward to greet them.

The woman in the lead was a capable-looking middle-aged woman in her forties.

With a warm smile on her face, she walked straight up to Tang Song and extended her hand: "Hello Mr. Tang, I am Lin Wan, the director of the hospital office of Sun Yat-sen University Cancer Center."

Hearing her self-introduction, Zhou Hui, Chen Yao, and the others were all taken aback.

The so-called "hospital office" is actually the "hospital director's office," which is the core administrative department of the hospital.

They never imagined that the leader who came to greet them would be like this.

"Hello, Director Lin, thank you for your hard work." Tang Song shook hands with her politely and turned slightly to the side, saying, "This is the patient, Zhou Hui."

Zhou Hui looked at the other person, her palms sweating with nervousness, and could only nod subconsciously.

“Of course.” Director Lin’s gaze swept gently over Zhou Hui, then turned to Tang Song and said, “All the medical records from the First Affiliated Hospital of the Pharmaceutical University have been transferred here. The expert team is holding a preparatory meeting internally to conduct preliminary research. We can go over now.”

"OK, all right."

The group of six followed the hospital team through a relatively quiet internal administrative passage, took the elevator, and went directly to the inpatient VIP medical center.

The environment here is completely different from the noisy general ward downstairs.

The floor was covered with a thick carpet, and carefully trimmed green plants were placed in the corner. There was no smell of disinfectant in the air; instead, there was a faint fragrance of aromatherapy.

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

Zhou Hui and the others sat awkwardly on the sofa, unsure of what to do with their hands and feet.

This kind of "privileged" treatment, which they had only ever seen in TV dramas, was something they had never imagined in their lives.

Zhang Yan glanced at Tang Song beside her, feeling both relieved and flustered.

After waiting for a while.

The door to the lounge was pushed open again.

A group of seven people walked in; they were all doctors in white coats with an extraordinary air about them.

The small consultation room suddenly felt a bit crowded.

Director Lin introduced them softly: "Mr. Tang, this is Vice President Zhang Bo, who is in charge of medical affairs; this is Director He, the academic leader of the Department of Hematology and Oncology; this is Professor Wang of Hematology and Pathology; this is Director Ma of our CAR-T Therapy Center..."

Looking at the experts and hearing their impressive titles.

Chen Jinlong and Chen Yao were so shocked they were almost numb.

Noticing the nervous and uneasy looks on Zhang Yan and Zhou Hui's faces, Tang Song took the initiative to step forward and exchange a few pleasantries with the experts.

Then she introduced, "This is Aunt Zhou Hui, the patient herself. This is her daughter, Zhang Yan."

Zhang Yan quickly bowed deeply to the experts, saying, "Thank you so much, thank you so much."

Director Lin spoke up at the right moment: "The consultation room has limited space. In order to ensure the efficiency of the experts' discussion, the other family members can rest here for a while. We will come over to communicate as soon as we have a conclusion."

Chen Jinlong and Chen Yao immediately nodded, "Okay, okay."

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

An emergency expert consultation has officially begun.

……

In the lounge.

Chen Shuangshuang slumped onto the sofa, and the nerve that had been taut to the point of breaking finally relaxed.

His eyes were filled with the joy of surviving a disaster and an indescribable shock.

At first, I called Zhang Yan, this "older sister," just clinging to the last sliver of hope, like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood.

Unexpectedly, behind this driftwood was an indestructible giant ship.

Chen Jinlong, standing beside him, had his head bowed, his face a mixture of relief and deep shame.

He exhaled a long breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

Only Chen Yao's eyes flickered, and she bit her lower lip hard.

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

This reversal came too fast and too violently, completely exceeding the script she and her brother had rehearsed beforehand.

She didn't know how to proceed.

Time stretched endlessly in the anxious wait.

"Ring ring—" The cell phone rang.

Chen Yao quickly stood up, answered the phone, and walked outside.

After a while.

A young man in his late twenties hurried in.

He was wearing an ordinary suit, his hair was neatly combed with hair gel, and his face showed anxiety and trepidation.

"elder brother!"

"Yao Yao!" Chen Bingwen rushed to Chen Yao and asked anxiously, "What exactly happened?!"

"I don't know the specifics either. Who would have thought Zhang Yan would know someone like this..."

Chen Yao spoke in a low voice about everything that had happened after Tang Song appeared, her face full of annoyance and regret.

It's not that I regret my previous harshness and indifference, but rather that I regret missing the opportunity to turn things around during the Tang and Song dynasties.

As the saying goes, "When one person attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."

If it weren't for this incident, given Zhang Yan and Zhou Hui's personalities, they would definitely be able to manipulate them, and who knows how many benefits they would gain in the future.

But now it's turned out like this.
"Brother, what should we do now?" Chen Yao asked her brother.

Chen Yao was, after all, a recent college graduate, and it was difficult for her to quickly sort out her thoughts when faced with such a big matter.

The reason they reacted so quickly was entirely due to his guidance from behind the scenes; all the ideas came from him.

He never went to university; after graduating from high school, he started working in sales for nearly ten years.

He is extremely shrewd and worldly-wise.

There were some things that her father couldn't say, and it wasn't convenient for him to say them, so it was most appropriate for her younger sister, who had just graduated and was still quite naive, to say them.

Of course, I was also afraid that if things really escalated with Zhou Hui, she would file for divorce and demand a share of the property.

He hasn't shown up yet, partly to have a backup plan in mind, so he can step in and appease the situation later.

In retrospect, it was the right thing to do.

Immediately, Chen Bingwen's expression changed, and he lowered his voice, speaking rapidly at a volume that only the two of them could hear.

Chen Yao's eyes flickered, and she nodded repeatedly, a look of surprise on her face.

The conversation between the two ended quickly.

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

"Dad! Shuangshuang! How is Mom? What did the doctor say?!"

Upon seeing his son arrive, Chen Jinlong quickly stood up. "Bingwen, you're here."

A look of disgust flashed in Chen Shuang's eyes as she looked away, refusing to look at her brother.

Another half hour passed before the consultation room door finally opened.

Almost the instant Zhang Yan and Zhou Hui came out, Chen Bingwen was the first to rush forward.

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

Then, he turned around to face Tang Song and Zhang Yan, his face filled with gratitude and guilt.

"This must be Mr. Tang, right? Thank you so much! I'm Chen Bingwen, Yaoyao and Shuangshuang's older brother."

"Hello." Tang Song nodded, and suddenly the hem of his clothes was gently tugged.

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

Tang Song immediately noticed something amiss from her eyes and withdrew his pleasantries.

Chen Bingwen expressed his gratitude a few more times.

Then she turned sharply to her younger sister, Chen Yao, and shouted, "You too! Mom is so sick, how could you think of saving money by not treating her? And you deliberately hid it from me?"

"Brother, you...you're getting married soon, I'm worried about your wife..."

"Shut up! In your eyes, am I the kind of person who would disregard the lives of their own family for the sake of marriage?!"

His voice was loud and clear, full of emotion.

Chen Yao's eyes reddened, she lowered her head, walked to Zhang Yan and Zhou Hui, and said in a tearful voice, "Mom, Zhang Yan, I'm sorry, I was wrong... I was so immature, I was wrong..."

However, Zhou Hui just watched them quietly, her cloudy eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

After a moment, she slowly spoke, "Is that so?"

Chen Bingwen was taken aback, then said firmly, "Of course! Mom, if I had known your condition was so serious, I would have sold our wedding house and borrowed money from all over the place, and even called off the wedding, I would have made sure to cure your illness!"

Zhou Hui coughed, and her eyes, which had become cloudy due to illness, now revealed an unusual sharpness.

She looked at the brother and sister in front of her and said calmly, "The experts just said that we will use that... CAR-T therapy next. They said my physical condition is pretty good and there is a great chance that I can be cured."

She paused, her gaze slowly sweeping across their faces, and continued, "Since that's the case, I've thought it through too. I'm going to get treatment. The experts say it will cost about 1.5 million. Bingwen, didn't you just say you'd sell the house to pay for Mom's treatment? Well... let's pool our money." The moment she finished speaking, the expressions on Chen Bingwen and Chen Yao's faces froze.

Just then, Zhang Yan took a deep breath, suddenly stepped forward, and looked directly at Chen Yao with unwavering determination for the first time. "I don't have much money. For the initial hospitalization and examinations, I can only scrape together 30,000 to 40,000 yuan for now. But I will continue to work and earn money, which I will then transfer to my mother."

After more than an hour of consultation, she was fully conscious.

If possible, she really didn't want to owe Tang Song so much money.

All those favors and medical resources were, after all, for the sake of the mother's life.

But 150 million yuan is too heavy a sum for her to repay.

This heavy "favor" will make her feel even more inferior, and she doesn't know how to repay him.

Staring at Zhang Yan's clear yet intense gaze, Chen Yao subconsciously took a half step back, her eyes filled with panic.

She suddenly realized that she had overlooked a crucial point.

From beginning to end, Tang Song never said he would pay for this money!

It was simply because of his apparent power and wealth that they subconsciously assumed that way!

Chen Bingwen stood there, stunned, his mind racing as he weighed the options.

They didn't dare to even ask for permission.

He couldn't afford to gamble.

After all, a wealthy man who drives a Rolls-Royce must have countless women around him.

Zhang Yan's relationship with the other party may not be very strong.

Once Zhou Hui agreed and actually did it, but then failed to climb the social ladder through Tang Song, his life was completely ruined.

Zhou Hui continued, "What? Bingwen, Yaoyao, are you going to chip in the money or not?!"

Chen Bingwen said earnestly, "Mom... look at you, why are you still angry with us? Right now, the main problem is that your illness is so urgent, and we can't raise enough money in a short time. Everything is focused on getting you treated."

"How can you get treatment without money? Do you still stand by what you just said?"

"me…"

Chen Bingwen stammered, unable to speak, sweat beading on his forehead, and subconsciously looked at Tang Song.

However, he was met with two calm and indifferent eyes, as if they had already seen through his little scheme.

Sensing the aura emanating from the other person, his heart clenched suddenly.

Her face flushed red as she lowered her head.

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

She had lived submissively with this family for fifteen years and had long since seen through the true nature of the brother and sister.

When she learned that her chemotherapy for cancer had failed, Zhang Yan was the person she was most worried about.

She feared that after she left, her introverted and timid daughter would become even more withdrawn.

I'm even more afraid that she will repeat my mistakes, meet the wrong person, be bullied, and suffer even more than I have.

However, the sudden appearance of Tang Song today gave her a glimmer of hope, and she also saw clear admiration and affection on Zhang Yan's face.

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

He completely destroyed the happiness that his daughter had finally managed to have.

Therefore, she had to personally tear off their hypocritical masks in front of Tang Song and Zhang Yan, completely severing their hopes of attaching themselves to them.

In this respect, she is incredibly selfish and fearless as a mother.

In this silent standoff.

Tang Song's voice suddenly rang out: "It's already noon, Auntie, let's go and get admitted to the hospital first."

Director Lin, who was standing nearby, spoke up at the right moment: "Yes, business is important. Lunch has been prepared. Family members can eat in the lounge."

Zhou Hui nodded.

Zhang Yan carefully took her mother's arm and whispered, "Mom, let's go."

Chen Shuangshuang looked at this scene, then turned to look at her dejected father and her pale-faced older brother and sister, and bit her lip.

He picked up his schoolbag and jogged after him.

...

Zhou Hui's special needs ward is a private suite. In addition to the bed area with a private bathroom and advanced medical equipment, there is also a small living room with soft sofas and coffee tables.

The window faces a tranquil central garden of the hospital, full of greenery, which is refreshing and pleasant.

Inside the room, reception consultant Zhao Fei and two caregivers had been waiting for some time. Upon seeing them enter, she immediately went to greet them, "Mr. Tang."

Tang Song nodded and gently tugged at Zhang Yan's wrist. "This is my friend Zhang Yan, who is also the patient's daughter. Zhao Fei, you'll stay at the hospital for the next while."

“Okay, Mr. Tang, no problem.”

Tang Song looked at Zhang Yan and said, "If there's anything, just tell Zhao Fei directly, and she'll help you solve it."

Zhang Yan looked up at the elegant woman opposite her, and awkwardly bowed, "Thank you for your help."

"You're too kind. Let me help your mother with the hospital admission procedures. This is Ms. Zhou's personal caregiver, who will be here 24 hours a day."

"Thank you."

Zhou Hui sat awkwardly on the sofa, watching the caregiver pour her warm water. Looking at the clean environment that didn't resemble a hospital room, she felt a little lost.

Lunch was brought in quickly.

It wasn't some fancy delicacy, but rather a four-dish meal and soup carefully prepared by the hospital's nutrition expert team based on Zhou Hui's current physical condition.

The dishes were light in color, but extremely exquisite, and were carefully portioned into insulated lunch boxes.

Tang Song, Zhang Yan, and Chen Shuangshuang's lunch was much more substantial and nutritionally balanced.

The meal was eaten in unusual quiet.

The gloom that lingered in the hearts of the mother and her two daughters gradually dissipated amidst the warm meal and peaceful environment.

After the meal, the caregiver began to make Zhou Hui's bed.

Getting ready for lunch break.

Zhang Yan stood there, watching her mother settle into the newly changed, clean, and soft bedding, and only then did she truly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Sister." A timid voice sounded from behind.

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

"Tang... Tang Song is waiting for you outside." Chen Shuangshuang pointed to the door, her voice very soft. "Shouldn't you go and talk to him alone?"

Zhang Yan's heart skipped a beat. She pursed her lips tightly and then hummed in agreement.

He turned around and walked away with difficulty.

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

...

The barely audible footsteps approached.

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

"Zhang Yan," Tang Song called softly.

"Um... I'm here. Thank you, I'm sorry... I..."

Zhang Yan lowered her head, her hands nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, her long eyelashes casting a quiet shadow under her eyes.

This morning, Tang Song's sudden appearance and everything he showed caused a tremendous upheaval in her heart.

Romance lasts until death, but the mundane is inevitable.

She was also a normal woman, in her most desperate and helpless moment—

The boy who existed in her imagination truly descended like a "Super Saiyan," destroying all obstacles in reality and allowing her to see the light again.

The emotions and feelings I experienced were indescribable.

In particular, she harbored a deep and complex feeling for him that she herself couldn't quite understand.

Looking at him now, the emotions that had been suppressed for more than a decade were like a volcano that had been ignited in an instant, almost bursting out of her chest.

But... her immense inferiority complex and embarrassment, like cold iron chains, trapped her in place.

In that letter, she wrote, "I also wish you would always remain as passionate and courageous as you were in your youth, with light in your eyes."

Because of…

She thought he was also struggling in the mire of life, and hoped that her faint "light" could give him some insignificant encouragement.

But now it seems that he himself is the sun.

Tang Song put down his phone and walked up to her. "Why are you apologizing?"

Zhang Yan's shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly. "I...I've caused you a lot of trouble, a lot of trouble, and a lot of money too."

"This isn't a problem 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, looked into his eyes, and with her lips moving, uttered a single word with perfect clarity: "Yes."

A bewildering reunion, holding hands at the crossroads, painting the rented room—Dragon Ball, a symbol of our childhood…

In those brief three days together, she had already superimposed the Tang Song before her eyes with the innocent "boy" in her memory.

That best friend who would joke with her, care about her, and make her feel at ease.

"You've seen Dragon Ball, you should remember the first time Goku defeated Frieza, right?"

“I remember.” Zhang Yan stared at him blankly, then answered subconsciously, “Volume Sixteen.”

Tang Song smiled warmly. "Right now, life and illness are like Frieza, making you feel unprecedented pressure and fear. But they also give you a chance to transform."

Looking into his eyes, Zhang Yan could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face.

She wiped away her tears haphazardly with the back of her hand, choking back sobs as she uttered her deepest insecurities: "But I... I'm stupid, I'm not... a Saiyan..."

In her opinion, Liu Qingning is the real "Saiyan".

Looking at the girl in front of him, who was crying her eyes out and trembling all over, Tang Song felt a complex and profound emotion welling up inside him.

At that moment, he suddenly understood.

Why was it that in the "future vision" she saw when she first obtained the [Dream System], Zhang Yan was 31 years old when she finally passed the civil service exam?

And why did it take so long to contact him through a roundabout way?

Instead of restarting their story with a "letter" that carries ten years of unrequited feelings, as is the case now.

It was probably because of her mother's sudden serious illness.

As the only adult daughter, Zhang Yan, with her kind yet timid nature, would never abandon her mother.

This also means that in the original timeline without him, she was mired in a quagmire for a long time afterward because of this heavy responsibility and high medical expenses.

It wasn't until her mother passed away, leaving her with no one to rely on in this world, that she mustered the courage to take the civil service exam and then tried to contact him.

What was her mood and state of mind at that time?
Tang Song felt as if something had clenched his heart tightly.

The system he acquired changed far more than just his and Liu Qingning's lives.

She should also be included.

Tang Song took a deep breath, his gaze becoming extremely serious. "Then do you think I'm a 'Saiyan'?"

Zhang Yan raised her teary eyes and nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

He suddenly leaned down, getting very close to her face.

She was so close that she could clearly feel his warm breath.

Zhang Yan's cheeks flushed bright red instantly, and her body trembled violently uncontrollably.

"Then I will lend you my power. Once you have learned how to transform into a 'Super Saiyan,' you can return this power to me."

As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his head and gently kissed Zhang Yan's cold cheek, which was still stained with tears.

Time seemed to stretch out and freeze at that moment.

“Bang—bang—bang—”

Zhang Yan's eyes widened suddenly, and all she could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat.

As soon as Jinfeng Yulu met, they won but countless on earth.

Immediately afterwards, she felt her legs go weak, as if all the strength in her body had been drained, and she collapsed onto Tang Song.

(End of this chapter)