Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Does Chapter 97 even exist? (Please read on!)

Looking at the information on the computer, Lin An was speechless.

He typed:

[The insider information is finished: Mailing cash is strictly prohibited and will be seized by customs, classified as currency smuggling.]

[Hyacinth: Huh? What should we do then?]

[Hyacinth: I don't have a bank account!]

[Hyacinth: I can't give you my mom's account either, she'll ask all sorts of questions!]

A barrage of messages popped up, each one filled with the anxiety typical of a young girl.

Lin An could almost picture the person opposite him puffing out his cheeks and tapping away with his fingers.

He leaned back on the sofa, stared at the screen for a moment, and then sat up straight again.

[The fish is done: Do you have any trustworthy adult friends?]

Hyacinth: No.

[Inner Fish is done: Do you know anyone who plays Warcraft? I can buy game cards, and you can cash them out yourself.]

Hyacinth: I don't know it.

[Inner Fish is done: Do you know how to use eBay? You can list a virtual product, and I'll buy it remotely]

Hyacinth: No.

Lin An was speechless for a moment, thinking to himself, "How did you manage in America? You have nothing and you can't do anything."

He typed on the keyboard with both hands:

[The fish inside is finished: Now there's only one way.]

Hyacinth: What method?

[After you finish eating: Please make a list of the items you want, and I will buy them and send them to you.]

New York, USA.

In the attic on the second floor of the gray-white house, the girl stared at the screen dejectedly, her cheeks slightly puffed out.

She recalled how she had spent the last few days painstakingly arguing with lawyers, making appointments, consulting with them, and even researching a whole bunch of legal terms related to the internet, only to find that it had all been for nothing.

The $500 is gone.

The $5000 is gone too!!!

She grew angrier the more she thought about it, and just as she was about to close the chat window, a new message popped up at the bottom of the screen.

"Make a list of the items you want, and I'll buy them and send them to you."

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The girl paused for a moment, then instinctively curled her lip in disgust.

The dolls and clothes I want aren't available in China... She puffed out her cheeks, ready to type out her complaint, but then suddenly stopped, remembering something.

This seems like an opportunity.

My mom would buy me clothes, shoes, and toys anyway, so there's no point in asking for more.

She could take this opportunity to ask for things that her mother wouldn't normally buy for her.

For example, chocolate, canned goods, comics, Wahaha (a popular Chinese beverage), fruit wine...

Her eyes grew brighter and brighter. Just as she was about to type, she felt it would be unbecoming, so she hovered her fingers over the keyboard for a moment before typing out a line:

Hyacinth: This is too much trouble for you.

After sending it, she immediately added a sentence:

Hyacinth: But if you insist on doing it this way, I can reluctantly make a list.

A few seconds later, a message appeared in the chat box:

[The fish is done: No trouble at all, it's nothing.]

[Fishing is finished: Send me the list.]

Looking at the information on the screen, the girl's lips curled up slightly. She leaned back in her chair, pondering what she needed, while simultaneously typing on the keyboard, entering the lawyer's email address and phone number.

No. 88, Xicheng Tulu Road.

Looking at the phone number and email address in the chat box, Lin An shook his head to himself.

What an innocent girl, isn't she afraid he'll run away with the information... Hmm, maybe that's because she didn't put in too much effort in the process... Lin An swiped the mouse, selected the email address, and copied it.

Developing technology domestically, setting up shell companies overseas, and seeking a public listing are now standard practices for Chinese internet companies.

He wasn't worried that the lawyer wouldn't be able to come up with a solution; he was only worried that the solution would be too expensive.

Server rental, bandwidth usage, hosting services... each of these requires real money.

Little Dingdang Film Company has opened an account. Office rental costs money, recruiting employees costs money, and film production still costs money!

Lin An felt heartbroken, as if his 327 million was burning away at an alarming rate.

Just then, the computer emitted a crisp notification sound.

Ding.

A notification for a new email popped up in the bottom right corner; the sender was an unfamiliar English ID.

Lin An opened the email.

The main body of the text follows a standard business format, with precise, polite, and restrained wording.

The gist is: We have received your inquiry. Our initial assessment indicates that your internet project aligns closely with our firm's digital media practice. We would like to have an initial phone conversation to gain a more detailed understanding of the project and to provide appropriate legal advice.

Lin An glanced at the attachments and found a confidentiality agreement and a fee schedule.

He instinctively opened the rate table, glanced at the prices, and his lips twitched slightly.

$650 per hour for a consultation.

This is robbery! Lin An felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he still obediently wrote down the account information and got up to go to the bank to transfer the money.

At the same time, he called Ji Tao to urgently recruit the company's staff and look for office space.

He will have to stay in Shanghai for the next few weeks and will not be able to return to Beijing to deal with these trivial matters.

Upon hearing the demand, Ji Tao on the other end of the phone felt dizzy: "Just kill me with one sword!"

Lin An clicked his tongue and said with dissatisfaction, "It's just a matter of making a few more phone calls, what's there to complain about?"

How many are there? There must be dozens! Ji Tao gritted his teeth, feeling like he'd been tricked.

Department of Respiratory Medicine, Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

The chief physician's office was at the end of the corridor, and the door was ajar.

On the bench in the corridor, Yu Dandan sat in the middle, wearing a dark gray woolen coat, looking much better than yesterday.

Even Gao Yuanyuan, a complete novice, could sense that her mother's health had improved significantly.

Gao Yong, who was standing next to him, thought so too, which was why he found it so strange.

"That's impossible, that's not scientifically sound..."

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He flipped through the CT scan and medical records again and again, and every now and then he would take out old medicine bottles to check the ingredients of the drugs.

Yu Dandan glanced at him sideways, looking utterly disgusted: "Alright, you've never studied medicine, what are you looking at here for?"

Gao Yong's expression froze, realizing that coming along was a mistake.

Isn't it better to work and earn money?

At that moment, the door to the consultation room was pulled open from the inside.

A young female nurse leaned out halfway, her gaze sweeping across the bench before landing on the name in the patient's medical record: "Yu Dandan".

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"I am."

Yu Dandan responded and got up to walk towards the consultation room.

Gao Yuanyuan quickly got up and followed, while Gao Yong hurriedly gathered the stack of papers into his arms and caught up with them in a few quick steps.

The small consultation room contained a dark brown solid wood desk with a thick stack of medical records on it.

An elderly man with gray hair, in his early sixties, was sitting behind a desk, wearing square-rimmed glasses.

"Ms. Yu, it's been a long time."

The old man greeted Yu Dandan familiarly, and was clearly taken aback when he saw that her complexion was rosy and her breathing was steady.

He had a deep impression of this old patient, who was hospitalized several times every winter, with his condition fluctuating. Last year, he even went to the ICU.

You look great!

The old man glanced at the name on the cover of the medical record book again to make sure he hadn't taken the wrong one.

Yu Dandan sat down on the stool in front of the examination table and smiled slightly: "Thanks to Dr. Liang, I am indeed much better."

"Yes." Yu Dandan nodded.

Dr. Liang didn't say anything, picked up the stethoscope from the table, hung it around his neck, walked over, and placed the stethoscope tip against Yu Dandan's back.

"Take a deep breath."

Yu Dandan took a deep breath.

"One more time."

Another breath.

Dr. Liang's brows furrowed more and more deeply.

No wet rales... Breathing is clean and crisp... Inhalation and exhalation rhythm is consistent...

This is not scientific!

Dr. Liang pushed up his square glasses on the bridge of his nose, moved the stethoscope head to a different position, and listened twice more.

The result was the same.

He straightened up, took off his stethoscope, and stared at Dandan's face for a moment with an indescribably strange expression.

"Dr. Liang, is there a problem?" Yu Dandan asked calmly, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

Dr. Liang did not answer, but turned around and walked back to his desk. He took out a thick medical record from the drawer, pulled one out, and turned to the most recent record.

Last May... an acute attack... insufficient blood oxygen... wheezing throughout both lungs...

He closed the medical record, looked up, and stared at Yu Dandan with a scrutinizing gaze: "Have you taken any new medications recently?"

Gao Yong and Yu Dandan spoke almost simultaneously.

"have."

"no."

Dr. Liang looked at the mother and child blankly, not understanding what they meant: "Does it exist or not?"

Ignoring his mother's threatening gaze, Gao Yong said to the doctor, "This is a good option!"

Yu Dandan also turned to look at Doctor Liang: "There really isn't one."

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Dr. Liang:

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