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After Xu Zhesheng helped Zhang Feng slunk away at the end of the corridor, the suffocating atmosphere in the ward finally dissipated somewhat.

Lu Zichuan snapped his fingers expressionlessly.

The next second, the ward door was silently pushed open.

Five or six experts in white coats filed in, each carrying a thick medical record and treatment plan. They moved in unison, their expressions solemn, as if they had rehearsed meticulously, and stood in front of the patient's bed in turn.

Leading the way was the dean who had personally received Lu Zichuan last time. Unlike his hurried manner that day, he was now calm and respectful, as if he were there to pay homage.

He stepped forward, extending both hands to Lu Zichuan with a polite and warm smile: "Second Young Master Lu, you've arrived."

Lu Zichuan extended his hand in a very casual manner, shook hands with the dean briefly, and then withdrew it. His gaze fell directly on Xu Jing, and he slightly raised his chin: "How is it? What's the situation?"

This scene left Tan Gui, who was standing to the side, dumbfounded.

Although she was already at the director level, these people in front of her were medical giants.

Each of them individually has published countless papers in top domestic and international journals, and even her supervisor has to respectfully call her "senior".

Normally, she would consider it an honor to even catch a glimpse of someone at an academic conference from afar, but today they're all crammed into this tiny hospital room!

Standing among a group of bigwigs, Tan Gui's usual decisive and efficient demeanor was completely gone. She stood ramrod straight, her hands neatly placed at her sides, so nervous that she didn't dare to breathe.

Although she already knew that the Lu family was wealthy and powerful, and that the hospital had been invested in by the Lu family, she was still speechless when she saw the power of capital presented in such a concrete way.

The dean noticed her gaze, turned to look at Tan Gui, his smile deepening, his tone filled with undisguised approval:

"Young Master Lu, Director Tan deserves immense credit. The treatment plan he provided in the early stages was very timely and accurate, playing a crucial role in controlling Ms. Xu's condition. After a joint consultation among several of us, we unanimously agreed that Director Tan's plan had a very good foundation. With just three more courses of targeted consolidation treatment on top of that, Ms. Xu's condition can be completely stabilized. With regular follow-up checkups, her quality of life will be no different from that of an ordinary person."

Another elderly expert with graying hair stepped forward and handed Lu Zichuan a beautifully bound nutritional analysis report for review. He then turned to Xu Jing, his tone both kind and professional: "Ms. Xu, this is the optimal nutritional plan that we, the team, tailored overnight based on your weight, medication dosage, and physical tolerance. I have already instructed the hospital's nutrition kitchen to strictly adhere to this standard for all three meals every day. However…"

He changed the subject, his tone filled with the concern of an elder, "The most important thing is that you yourself have to be willing to eat. Your appetite will indeed be affected during chemotherapy, but we provide you with easily swallowed and easily absorbed liquid foods. No matter how uncomfortable you are, you have to eat something so that your body has the strength to fight against the disease."

Xu Jing was, after all, a respected dean of students at the school and had seen a lot of the world.

But at this moment, facing this group of extraordinary medical giants, she also felt an unprecedented sense of solemnity.

She propped herself up and tried to sit up straighter. Her voice was weak, but filled with sincere gratitude: "Thank you everyone, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

The vice dean quickly waved his hand, his tone as respectful as if he were receiving a VIP:

"Please don't be shy. You are Mr. Lu's friend, which means you are a distinguished guest of our hospital. Please feel free to stay here. If you encounter any inconvenience, please let the nurses' station know, and we will take care of it as soon as possible."

He paused, then turned to Lu Zichuan and asked, "Mr. Lu, the VIP care room has been vacated. It's quieter there, and the facilities are more complete, making it suitable for long-term recuperation. I'll arrange for someone to come and help Ms. Xu move there shortly. Is there anything else you'd like to add?"

Lu Zichuan took the nutrition report, casually flipped through a couple of pages, and after confirming there were no problems, said calmly, "Hmm, the arrangements are very proper. Thank you all for your hard work."

The hospital director, along with several experts, gave a few more instructions on postoperative precautions, then waved for the nurses to come in and move things.

A large group of people pushed Xu Jing toward the VIP special care ward. Shen Ji and Shen Haozhi followed beside the bed, each carrying a pile of miscellaneous items. Tan Gui rarely saw so many industry leaders, so she seized the opportunity to ask them questions. Her humble and eager-to-learn demeanor was completely different from her usual confrontational manner.

Shen Zhiyi wanted to step forward and lend a hand, but Assistant Wang beat her to it, smiling politely at her: "Ms. Shen, I'll take care of it. You can rest."

Finally, only she and Lu Zichuan remained in the corridor, walking side by side at the back of the line.

Just thinking about what Lu Zichuan said in front of Xu Zhesheng made Shen Zhiyi's ears burn, and she didn't even know where to put her hands.

She unconsciously twisted her hands at her sides, her voice barely audible, "Um... thank you, Mr. Lu, for today..."

Lu Zichuan walked beside her at a leisurely pace, taking in her flustered little movements out of the corner of his eye.

A faint smile flashed in his eyes, but his face remained impassive, and he simply gave a soft "hmm".

After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke: "Don't take what I just said seriously."

Shen Zhiyi paused, tilted her head to look at him, and asked blankly, "Huh?"

"When I said I liked you," Lu Zichuan said, looking straight ahead, "it was just to shut Xu Zhesheng up. If it caused you any trouble, I can go and explain to him."

Shen Zhiyi quickly waved her hand, her voice unconsciously quickening: "No need, no need! You've helped me so much, I'm too busy thanking you to feel troubled..."

As she spoke, the tension in her heart inexplicably eased.

Luckily, it was just something I said offhand.

Otherwise, if he really has been doing this since college... how can she ever repay this favor?

Her relief was so obvious that Lu Zichuan caught a glimpse of her slightly relaxed brows and eyes out of the corner of his eye. His gaze darkened, and his Adam's apple bobbed silently.

The two walked a few more steps, and the only sound in the corridor was the soft clatter of a cart wheel rolling over the paving stones in the distance.

Lu Zichuan suddenly spoke up: "However, there's something I need your help with."

Shen Zhiyi paused for a moment, then nodded without hesitation: "No problem."

Lu Zichuan glanced at her sideways, raising an eyebrow slightly: "I haven't even said what it is, and you're already agreeing? Aren't you afraid I'll make some unreasonable demands?"

Shen Zhiyi smiled shyly, her almond-shaped eyes clear and unguarded: "You've helped me so much, if you really wanted to make an unreasonable request, you would have done so long ago. Why wait until now?"

Her face practically screamed "Lu Zichuan is a good person."

Looking at her innocent and guileless appearance, Lu Zichuan finally smiled.

"There's a charity gala this week," he said in a deep, unhurried voice, "I need a female companion. Will you come with me?"

Shen Zhiyi blinked, and before he could speak, he added:

"Consider it... a thank-you gift."