It's just that they have money.

"That's the guest room. The sheets were changed a couple of days ago." Fang Chen pointed to the end of the corridor. "The disposable toiletries are in the cabinet under the sink in the bathroom. Help yourself."

Since Luo Shanshan stayed here last time, Fang Chen has provided new bedding for the guest room and bought a lot of disposable toiletries to keep on hand.

"We'll leave for the medical examination center at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"OK."

After taking a shower, Xu Wen went into the guest room, closed the door, and stood leaning against the door for a while.

The bed in the room was neatly made, and there was a diffuser on the bedside table with a faint floral scent, but it was a bit simple.

Fang Chen usually lives alone and hasn't bought anything.

She took out her notebook, leaned against the headboard, and wrote a few lines.

"The boss's lifestyle: He is focused and efficient when cooking and doesn't like to be disturbed. His emotions fluctuated significantly when talking about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, indicating that this project has special emotional value to him. We need to pay attention to its progress."

After she finished writing, many images flashed through her mind: the greasy boss in the investment bank, her parents' disappointed eyes, and Fang Chen's calm eyes during the interview, which made her feel a little upset.

It's still early for bed, and I didn't bring my study materials with me.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, she suddenly felt a sense of relief.

This sense of relief came out of nowhere, but Xu Wen did indeed relax.

She closed the notebook and put it away, then lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

During her six months at the investment bank, the first thing she did every night when she returned to her rented apartment was to lock the door, the second thing was to double-lock it, and the third thing was to brace a chair against the doorknob.

It wasn't because she was timid, but because her boss knew where she lived.

One time, she worked overtime until the early hours of the morning, and the man "on the way" gave her a ride home. He parked his car downstairs but didn't unlock the door immediately.

"Xiao Xu, you're so smart, you should know that in this industry, ability alone isn't enough."

As he said this, he placed his hand on her shoulder, his thumb gently stroking her through the fabric of her shirt.

She submitted her resignation the next day.

After arguing with his parents and moving to a different place, Xu Wen had been idle for nearly two months before finally receiving an offer from Zhuoyue Headhunting.

……

The next day, Fang Chen parked his car downstairs at Zhang Zhenghao's building on time and honked the horn twice.

Still half asleep, Zhang Zhenghao went out wearing jeans and a hoodie. He opened the passenger door, only to find a strange girl already sitting in his seat.

"Well……"

"You sit in the back," Fang Chen said, pointing to the back seat.

"Ber, who is this?"

"Assistant." Fang Chen didn't offer much explanation.

"Okay." Zhang Zhenghao obediently sat in the back seat, stretched, and yawned.

Fang Chen glanced at Zhang Zhenghao's unshaven face in the rearview mirror and rolled his eyes. "Can't you dress up a bit? Always being so unkempt is a waste of your face."

Zhang Zhenghao has a square face, sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a thick head of black hair; he is a typical old-fashioned handsome man.

But he has never had a girlfriend.

Fang Chen always felt that it was because he was too unkempt and liked to fuss over flowers and plants.

Zhang Zhenghao didn't take it seriously: "Who are you dressing up for at a medical checkup?"

"No, that's not it," Fang Chen chuckled, "The doctor I'm seeing today is a stunning beauty."

"Tch." Zhang Zhenghao clearly didn't believe it.

I've only ever seen beautiful doctors in TV dramas.

Which doctor in real life isn't so busy that they go bald?

He's probably even more unkempt than he is.

A short while later, the car drove into the parking lot of Ruici Medical Examination Center.

The three entered the lobby, and the receptionist smiled and handed them three visitor cards.

The VIP escort led them to the lounge, and less than five minutes later, the door was opened.

Yin Fan walked in.

She had a high ponytail, no makeup, and her white coat was buttoned up meticulously. She was holding a folder in her hand and seemed a little surprised to see Fang Chen.

The two often bump into each other at the gym, but their relationship has remained limited to exchanging greetings.

However, she quickly composed herself: "Mr. Zhang? Please come with me."

His tone was the same as last time, flat and without any extra emotion.

Zhang Zhenghao stood up and followed Yin Fan outside. As he passed Fang Chen, he lowered his head and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Wow, there really are some beauties here?"

Fang Chen ignored him and opened a magazine with a blank expression.

The door closed, and the lounge fell silent.

Xu Wen opened his laptop and began processing emails.

Fang Chen leaned back on the sofa and flipped through a magazine. The two of them did their own thing and neither of them spoke.

The physical examination lasted for more than an hour.

Zhang Zhenghao was led around several consultation rooms before finally being sent back to the lounge.

"How is it?" Fang Chen asked.

"Dr. Yin said there's nothing seriously wrong." Zhang Zhenghao plopped down on the sofa. "His liver function is a little high, and his cervical spine isn't very good. We'll see about the rest after the blood test results come back."

"Let's wait for the results."

"She told me to come back next week to pick up the report." Zhang Zhenghao took a sip of water, then suddenly leaned closer to Fang Chen. "Guess what I was thinking about while I was having the ultrasound?"

Fang Chen pushed his face away: "What?"

"How much is your health checkup package?"

"Twenty thousand," Fang Chen said.

Zhang Zhenghao's eyes widened: "Twenty thousand? Just this morning? Didn't I tell you not to buy something so expensive?"

"The VIP package includes top-of-the-line equipment, the most experienced doctors, and one-on-one accompaniment throughout the entire process," Fang Chen said calmly. "What did you expect?"

Zhang Zhenghao leaned back on the sofa, remained silent for a few seconds, and suddenly said, "But think about it, compared to prices abroad, this is practically dirt cheap."

Fang Chen paused in flipping through the magazine, then looked up at him: "What do you mean?"

"Do you remember that chubby guy who used to play basketball with us before graduation?"

Fang Chen nodded.

"We're good friends and have been in touch. He went abroad after graduation, and a while ago he complained to me that he had a routine physical exam in the United States. Even after insurance reimbursement, he still had to pay more than 400 US dollars out of pocket. It was just a very basic physical exam, like drawing blood and testing urine. It wasn't anything fancy."

Zhang Zhenghao slapped his thigh: "Over four hundred US dollars, three thousand yuan. Just think about it, with the medical prices across the ocean, the same service would cost 20,000 yuan in China, but over there it would be close to 20,000 US dollars, wouldn't it?"

Fang Chen put down the magazine: "What do you mean?"

"And your VIP package, with one-on-one accompaniment throughout, a private lounge, and expert report interpretation, what level of service does that fall under in the US?" Zhang Zhenghao shook his head. "I estimate that even the average middle class couldn't afford it."

Xu Wen then interjected, "The high cost of healthcare in the US is mainly due to its complex insurance system, high administrative costs, and lack of unified control over drug and equipment pricing. The same MRI might cost two or three thousand US dollars in the US, but only two or three hundred in Europe or Japan."

"Yes." Zhang Zhenghao nodded. "Fatty's company insurance covers it, but it still hurts to pay for medical treatment every time."

Fang Chen put down the magazine and remained silent.

He was thinking about something.

High-end medical services in China are already quite expensive. A physical examination costing 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, private lessons costing over 100,000 yuan, and rehabilitation therapy costing hundreds of thousands of yuan are unaffordable for the average middle class. However, the truly wealthy are willing to pay for efficiency and experience.

This market already exists and continues to grow.

However, from a global perspective, the same service and the same quality are priced relatively low in China.

Fang Chen looked at Xu Wen: "Tell me, what if high-end medical services in China remained at the same price, but were targeted at overseas clients? What would happen?"

Xu Wen paused for a moment, then quickly followed his train of thought: "Medical tourism?"

"Not entirely," Fang Chen said. "I mean, is it possible that the quality of high-end medical services in China is already comparable to that abroad, but the price is only one-fifth or even one-tenth of theirs?"

Is this price-performance ratio attractive to those who can't afford medical care in their home country or face long waiting times?

Zhang Zhenghao, who was listening nearby, felt increasingly uneasy: "Wait, you wouldn't be thinking of...?"

"I was just thinking about it," Fang Chen interrupted him, smiling. "I didn't say I was going to do it."

That's true.

Thirty million was spent on a lot of things.

But it might not be suitable for starting a business.