Jiang Zhirou said this without much thought. She just wanted to tease Chi Yu, but unexpectedly, Chi Yu looked dead serious.
"I've only been in one relationship, and she was indeed a student at Hanlin."
Jiang Zhirou's hand paused while picking up food. Her heart seemed to be suddenly blocked by something, feeling a bit stuffy. A flicker of disappointment flashed across her eyes.
She pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Why are you telling me this? I'm not interested. Besides, I don't know any students from Hanlin."
Wait a minute...
Hanlin...
Jiang Zhirou suddenly thought of something. If she remembered correctly, Chen Yixia was a student at Hanlin. She came here because of Si Moshen's sponsorship.
Soon, she also associated that in the past few days, Chen Yixia had not missed an opportunity to speak well of Chi Yu in her ear. Could it be...
Jiang Zhirou put down the bowl in her hand, raised her eyes to look at Chi Yu, and tentatively asked, "You... don't tell me you like Yixia?"
Hearing this, Chi Yu was so startled that he suddenly started coughing.
What kind of thought process was this?
Seeing Chi Yu's reaction, Jiang Zhirou was even more convinced of her conjecture.
No wonder, no wonder. Chen Yixia had been mentioning Chi Yu a lot recently. It must be that the two had quarreled, so Chi Yu chased here to make up, but neither of them wanted to take the first step. So Chen Yixia had been speaking well of Chi Yu in front of her.
She wanted her to be the middle - man and speed up the process of their reconciliation.
Thinking this way, there was a reasonable explanation for Chi Yu's sudden offer to cook for her.
Because he also wanted to ask her to say more nice things to Chen Yixia, so now he was bribing her!
Otherwise, what reason could he have for cooking for her?
Si Moshen only asked him to supervise her meals, not to cook for her. Chi Yu's current behavior must be because he needed something from her!
Jiang Zhirou couldn't help but be impressed by her own intelligence.
Chi Yu finally managed to catch his breath. Subconsciously, he reached out and ruffled her hair, "Don't talk nonsense. There's nothing between me and her."
"Clatter."
The chopsticks in Jiang Zhirou's hand fell on the table, making a sound.
Chi Yu then realized what he had done and quickly withdrew his hand. His face showed a bit of panic, "Sorry."
Jiang Zhirou was also in a daze and subconsciously replied, "It's... okay."
Chi Yu's action was too natural and too fast. Before she could react, his hand was already on her head.
Such an action was too intimate for her.
Only family members would do this.
Si Moshen would also ruffle her hair like this, but she had never felt any special emotions.
But just now, when Chi Yu's hand touched her head, she clearly felt the crazy beating of her heart, as if it was about to jump out of her body the next second.
This was the first time she had such a feeling...
The atmosphere became a bit ambiguous for a moment. Each of them had their own thoughts. Throughout the meal, neither of them said a word.
...
After the meal, Jiang Zhirou returned to her room. Unconsciously, everything about Chi Yu came to her mind.
The more she didn't want to think about it, the more she couldn't resist.
Today was a good opportunity. She should have mentioned the orphanage to Chi Yu during the meal just now. It was a pity that her mind had gone blank at that time, and now she had to postpone it for another day.
She didn't know how Si Moshen's investigation was going.
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhirou took out her phone, turned it on, and dialed Si Moshen's number.
No one answered for a long time on the other end of the phone. Then she called Uncle Shen, but still no one answered.
This was the first time Si Moshen had gone on a business trip since she returned to Yuelan. Jiang Zhirou didn't know the details of his work and his work habits. Seeing that neither of them answered the phone, she thought it might be inconvenient for them to carry their phones in that situation and didn't think much about it.
...
Meanwhile, at the airport in Country B.
Si Moshen had just gotten off the plane. He still held his phone in his hand, and the screen showed several missed calls from the same number.
Uncle Shen looked at Si Moshen and whispered, "Third Master, don't you want to report your safety to Miss Zhirou?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Si Moshen tightened his grip on the phone, "No need."
In November, there were already signs of winter in Country B, and there was a bit of chill in the air.
As they were talking, a cold wind blew by. Si Moshen put his hands in his overcoat pockets and got into the back seat of the black Rolls - Royce parked by the roadside.
Uncle Shen didn't say anything else and quickly followed him into the car.
An hour later, the car slowly drove into a manor.
This was a hospital dedicated to researching various cancers. Most of its clients were high - class guests, and it was not open to the public.
As soon as the car stopped, medical staff came to greet them.
"Mr. Si."
The leading doctor nodded slightly to Si Moshen in the car and then led them into the building.
After a while, they arrived at the examination room. Si Moshen lay on the hospital bed, and the doctor conducted a series of examinations on him.
After the examination results came out, those who had previously held hope on their faces all shook their heads.
"I know my own condition best. Just tell me what the situation is now."
Si Moshen calmly looked at them and said.
As soon as he said this, the medical staff present exchanged glances with each other, looking hesitant to speak.
Finally, the leading doctor spoke first.
"Mr. Si, the immune cells in your body have been wrongly attacking the nerves in your body. At this rate, you may very likely become paralyzed. In a more serious case, it may even endanger your life."
After hearing this, Si Moshen showed little change in his expression, as if he was simply listening to a case presentation that had nothing to do with him.
He looked at the doctor.
"Is there no good treatment method?"
"Yes, but..."
At this point, the doctor paused, looking a bit embarrassed.
"A blood transfusion treatment can be used, but you have Rh - negative blood. This type of blood is too rare, and there is none in our blood bank, so we can't perform the operation."
Having said this much, Si Moshen already had a general understanding of his current situation.
He lowered his head, was silent for a while, and then looked up again at the man opposite, "If I don't have the operation, how much longer do I have?"
The doctor looked solemn and seriously said, "Less than three months."
Three months...
It wasn't too bad.
At least he could watch the first snow with Zhirou.
According to the development speed of the cells in Si Moshen's body, if he didn't have the operation in time, he might not even make it through this year.
But if he wanted to have the operation, he had to find someone with the same blood type as his.
But this was not an easy thing.
In the car accident back then, his father could have been saved, but because there wasn't enough blood supply at that time, his father had passed away.
Si Moshen now had enough time to find someone with the same blood type, but the difficult part was to make the other person willing to donate blood to him.
After all, one wrong move could be life - threatening.