Huayu02 started by making films.

As darkness fell, Liu Xiaoli came over and told the two of them to go back and rest.

After they left, Han Yi secretly slipped into Yu Min's tent:

"Old Yu, come out, I'll take you to hear 'Ode to the Goose'."

"What do you mean by 'goose'?"

"Oh, you'll see when you get there. Are you coming or not?"

"Here it comes, here it comes."

Han Yi led Lao Yu to the large tent set up by the film crew to store equipment and props, and asked:

"Old Yu, are you sure the crew doesn't have any extra tents?"

Yu Min scratched her head, thinking, "I remember there was also a very small tent. Why are you asking about that?"

"Don't ask so many questions, let's look and see if it's still here."

The two searched the large tent thoroughly and finally confirmed that the small tent was missing.

Yu Min immediately wanted to call for help, but Han Yi grabbed her and asked, "Check if anything else is missing first."

"No, I know everything about the film crew, except for that tent?...The tent!"

Yu Min reacted instantly and looked at Han Yi.

Han Yi smiled and said, "Come on, follow me."

The two of them, one in front of the other, made their way to a small grove of trees on a nearby mountain.

"Han Yi, which despicable couple do you think stole it?"

"It's so dark, who can see who's who?"

"I can identify people by their voices."

"Then you'd better listen carefully later."

From the rustling sounds of a pair of mandarin ducks singing "Ode to the Goose" echoed from the depths of the dense woods:

"Goose, goose, goose... with its neck bent towards the sky, singing..."

Yu Min's face darkened, and Han Yi asked with a smile, "Old Yu, did you recognize whose it was?"

Yu Min shook her head and said, "What kind of good woman calls someone like that?! I can't recognize it."

Han Yi took out a stone he had prepared in advance from his pocket, handed it over, and said, "I'll say one, two, three, and then you can listen carefully after I throw it."

Yu Min took the stone, weighed it in her hand, and said, "Don't worry, I'm a master at skipping stones."

"good!"

People are always particularly focused when they are doing bad things.

The two held their breath, weighed the stone in their hands a few times, and said in unison:

"Three, one, let's go!"

Before the words were even finished, the two stones traced a perfect parabola in the air and fell down following the point where the goose called.

Moments later, the sounds inside the small tent changed drastically:

"Cack clack, cluck cluck..."

Han Yi's face darkened, and he said, "Looks like the tent was stolen by the poultry. How boring, let's go."

Yu Min echoed, "That sounds right."

The two had done something wrong, and they walked arm in arm toward their respective tents.

Inside the small tent, the conversation continued:

"The car is in debt! The car is in debt!" Chief Qiao exclaimed.

"Let me see... wait, why isn't the erection as it was just now?" Teacher Bai exclaimed in surprise.

"Waaaaah, I'm the one who loves you the most, how could you bear to see me so sad..."

"What kind of nonsense are you singing?!"

"Waaaaah... Lan Yu... Waaah..."

the next morning.

After greeting the others, Han Yi followed the film crew's caravan down the mountain.

If we don't leave now, and we get discovered, Chief Qiao's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are no joke.

As soon as we reached the foot of the mountain, the cell phone signal was restored, and the phone rang immediately.

The call connected, and it was Han Shanping:

"Hey, Mr. Han, what did you say...? The opening ceremony for 'The Intouchables'? Never mind, let's keep a low profile until the film is nominated..."

Just as I hung up, Chen Hao called. Her voice on the other end was choked with emotion:

"Han...Han Yi, what you said about the overseas hospital a few days ago...is it true? My...my dad..."

Han Yi comforted him for a while on the phone, and the two agreed to meet at the Capital Airport.

After hanging up, he called Zhang Min again and told her to fly directly to Paris and not wait for him.

I rushed back to the Capital Airport from Dali.

Inside the terminal, Chen Hao, wearing sunglasses, stood anxiously in the bustling departure hall, constantly looking around.

Han Yi walked out of the passage with his shoulder bag on his back and saw her figure as soon as he looked up. Their eyes met.

He strode over: "Sister Chen Hao, I've already booked the plane tickets. Let's talk on the way."

Chen Hao, pulling her suitcase, said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you so much, Han Yi."

"No need to thank me, just consider it repaying the favor of that erythromycin."

On the plane, the two sat side by side. Chen Hao lowered her voice, her tone filled with anxiety:

"I took my dad to several hospitals, and they all diagnosed him with a tumor. The doctors said it was very dangerous."

Han Yi gently patted her shoulder:

"Don't worry too much. The Mayo Clinic we're going to is a top-tier cancer treatment center in the world. They've seen countless cases. Maybe when we get there, the tests will show that the situation isn't as serious as it seems."

Chen Hao nodded, her eyes red-rimmed, and murmured softly, "I hope it's as you said."

After saying that, she turned her head to the side and fell into a deep sleep.

The days of travel had left her looking haggard, and before long, she began to snore softly.

……

Florida, USA.

Mayo Clinic Jacksonville Campus, Oncology Laboratory.

An elderly white doctor took the X-ray film that Chen Hao had brought, examined it for a moment, and said:

"Han, judging from this image alone, the tumor doesn't appear to be very large. It would be best if the patient could come in person so we can take another image."

"Really?!" Chen Hao exclaimed, her fingers unconsciously clenching.

Han Yi gently brushed her sweaty hand away and looked at the doctor: "Dr. Mark, we flew all the way from the other side of the Pacific Ocean, don't try to fool me."

Old Mark stroked his beard and chuckled: "Don't worry, Han, I've dealt with tumors my whole life. Besides, Shay already put in a good word."

"it is good."

Han Yi nodded, shook Chen Hao's hand, and then asked:

"Dr. Mark, may I visit your hospital's proton therapy center? I'd like to see how you treat cancer patients."

Mark stood up and smiled slightly: "I couldn't be happier. You know, Mayo Clinic is the official hospital for the President of the United States. Kennedy, the Bushes, and even the young Bushes have all been treated here."

Han Yi pulled Chen Hao along behind, but in his heart he wondered: Why didn't you save Kennedy when he was assassinated?

The two accompanied Mark on a tour of the proton therapy center. It was truly eye-opening; the United States certainly has a sophisticated system for treating various diseases.

Perhaps it's also related to the fact that they usually make a lot of Gundam parts.

No wonder some people are usually confused, but when they go to the hospital, they even want imported syringes.

After the visit, Han Yi immediately registered for a medical card at the hospital and deposited $200 million into his account, which startled Chen Hao, who was standing next to him.

When the money arrived, Old Mark's face beamed with a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum, and he quickly assured everyone that everything would proceed according to the highest standards.

Next, Chen Hao and Old Mark coordinated and arranged the next consultation time.

Han Yi had Xie Yi rent an apartment near the Mayo Clinic, and as soon as they left the hospital, he took Chen Hao straight to their destination.

On the road.

"Han Yi, you...I...I really don't know what to say, you've spent so much money."

Chen Hao was whispering behind Han Yi, but Han Yi didn't hear her clearly. He suddenly stopped, and Chen Hao bumped into him.

"Ouch, my head..." Chen Hao rubbed her forehead.

Han Yi laughed and said, "Sister Chen Hao, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly?"

Chen Hao tilted her head back, her big, watery eyes sparkling, and said:

"I said, thank you, Han Yi. I will definitely pay you back. Just give me some time. Once my dad is feeling better, I'll go back to acting and I'll transfer the payment directly to your account!"

"That's it? I thought it was something serious."

Han Yi shrugged, took her hand, and led her across the road, muttering:

"Sister Chen Hao, money is a bastard, not spending it is a scoundrel. You can relax here and focus on taking care of your uncle's treatment. We can talk about other things after he gets better. If you really want to pay back the money, you can sign with my company after your uncle recovers and act in movies specifically for me."

The two talked as they arrived at their rented house.

Han Yi unlocked the door with his key, and Chen Hao followed behind, pouting and encouraging herself, saying:

"I'd take your pictures for a lifetime without asking for money."

Han Yi feigned surprise and said, "Oh dear, Sister Chen Hao, I kindly lent you money and gave you a job, and you still want to rely on me for the rest of your life?"

Chen Hao blushed slightly and muttered, "It's not like I can't live a lifetime."