After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 201: I am Si Chenli’s father, I have something to discuss with you

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: I am Si Chenli’s father, I have something to discuss with you

Sang Nanfeng had come to look for Sang Qiao, but the security wouldn’t even mention it, as the Sang Family had already placed them on the do-not-notify list long ago.

Meng Jiahe had just returned from visiting the company’s artists and happened to see Sang Nanfeng, disheartened, leaving the building. She suddenly realized she had never seen Sang Qingran come to seek reconciliation.

Could such a high and mighty person not bow his head after realizing his mistake?

Since being refused last time, she also had not seen him. Meng Jiahe shook her head, dismissing the chaotic thoughts from her mind.

She walked to Sang Qiao’s office with a stack of files in her arms. "Qiaoqiao, please review these new artists’ documents."

"Okay, just leave them."

"Alright." Meng Jiahe placed the stack of files on the desk, then sat quietly on the nearby sofa, watching her work.

She didn’t have anything to do right now, and staying there was somewhat boring.

After a while, Sang Qiao glanced over the information of the artists, "You can take it away now."

"Okay." Meng Jiahe snapped back to reality, got up, and was about to leave with the contract.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

She hadn’t taken many steps when she heard coughing from behind. Turning around to show concern, she saw Sang Qiao covering her mouth, her palm faintly stained with blood.

This sight stabbed Meng Jiahe’s eyes painfully. She put the contract on a nearby table.

She approached quickly and grabbed Sang Qiao’s hand, her voice trembling, "Is... is this blood you coughed up?"

Sang Qiao’s gaze also fell on the red in her palm, her chest barely able to catch breath.

"I’ll take you to the hospital for a check-up," Meng Jiahe said, taking her hand and starting to walk out.

Sang Qiao had just stood up to follow her, but the next second everything went dark, and she felt weak. She faintly heard Ah He’s worried voice.

"Sang Qiao!"

Jiangcheng City Third Hospital.

"The patient’s situation is very special. She had this condition before, and now it has relapsed fiercely and her physical condition is very poor. I’m afraid it’s beyond recovery. Our suggestion is to transfer her to another hospital for treatment. The best option is to let the doctor who cured her previously take over. Perhaps she can live a few months longer."

Meng Jiahe, holding the report she could barely understand, trembled. Just from the doctor’s serious words and expression, it was clear that Sang Qiao’s condition was bad, beyond their hospital’s ability to treat.

By the time she returned to the room, Sang Qiao had regained consciousness, but her complexion was still pale.

Sang Qiao saw her entering and asked faintly, "What happened to me?"

Meng Jiahe’s eyes instantly reddened uncontrollably. Holding the report, she couldn’t bring herself to show it to her. "You... you’re" fine.

She couldn’t even get the last two words out, as everything was supposed to get better, but fate played such a cruel joke.

"Let me see it." Sang Qiao calmly reached for the report in her hand.

She quickly scanned the words on the paper, gripping the edge a little tighter.

"Qiaoqiao, you’ll be okay. If you could be cured last time, you can be cured this time too. Which hospital were you treated at before? I’ll take you there; let’s transfer now."

Meng Jiahe held Sang Qiao’s shoulders, her voice trembling as she spoke, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"First, get me discharged, and don’t tell anyone about this. I’ll message the doctor from last time and ask," Sang Qiao said.

Sang Qiao held her, her head resting on her shoulder, her eyes drooping and staring blankly at the floor. Her hand unconsciously patted her back in a comforting manner.

"Okay, let’s get discharged first, and you can ask the previous doctor," Meng Jiahe replied, wiping away her tears as she forced a smile, telling herself that as long as the doctor hadn’t concluded, there was still hope.

She released her hug, wiped her tears, and went out to handle the discharge procedures.

Sang Qiao picked up her phone from the table nearby and sent a message to Shangguan Yuan. She snapped a photo of her medical report and sent it over, "Check this out for your brother. Is there still hope for me?"

Though the message was intended for Shangguan Yuan, the reply came from L’s account.

L: "Based on the report, this relapse is more severe than the previous one. I’ve asked Shangguan Yuan to pick you up. Come over so I can examine you again and consider a treatment plan. See anyone you want to see, the situation isn’t very good this time."

Qiaoqiao is sleepy: "Okay."

After replying, Sang Qiao put away her phone, pulled off the blanket, got out of bed, put on her shoes, and walked out.

She hadn’t held much hope for herself since L first told her that the chances of recovery were incredibly low and had even prepared to leave for good.

But then L created a miracle, and these past few years felt like a rebirth. Now, seeing the news of the relapse, the first face that came to her mind was Si Chenli’s.

When Meng Jiahe completed the discharge procedures and saw Sang Qiao leaning against the wall outside the ward as if nothing was wrong, her eyes reddened even more. She stealthily wiped her tears.

As she walked over, she asked, "How is it? Did he reply to you? Shall we go there directly?"

"Yes, it’s okay, someone will come to pick me up. You need to hold up the company for me," Sang Qiao replied with a light laugh, walking beside her towards the hospital exit.

"I want to go with you. I’ll stay by your side, and let others handle the company."

Meng Jiahe, now completely devoid of any career ambitions, feared she might never see Sang Qiao again, according to the report’s indications of a relapse. It seemed that the time spent studying abroad was actually for treatment.

"Ah He, I trust no one else but you, and you need to take good care of grandpa and grandma for me."

Sang Qiao’s mind was in turmoil; she needed some time to arrange everything and ensure her grandparents didn’t hear the news.

Meng Jiahe hesitated, aware that Rose Entertainment was Sang Qiao’s life’s work. With so many eyes on it, abandoning it could lead to trouble.

"I... I’ll manage the company and take care of Grandpa for you. You’ll come back after you’re better, right? If anything happens with that doctor, you have to tell me right away, okay?"

"Yes, don’t worry. I’m going to pack my bags. Make sure the hospital seals off the results I just found out about."

"And let me know once you reach that hospital."

"Mm-hm."

~

Sang Qiao went straight back to the villa. She had just sat down when her phone alerted her to a flight time. Shangguan Yuan: "Tomorrow morning at seven, don’t oversleep, I’ll pick you up directly from your house."

Qiaoqiao is sleepy: "Okay."

After exiting WeChat, Sang Qiao’s fingertips lingered on Si Chenli’s contact. She hesitated for a moment but didn’t make the call.

While she was still indecisive, a strange incoming call rang on her phone.

As soon as she answered, a male voice came through, "Sang Qiao, I’m Si Chenli’s father. I’d like to meet with you; there’s something important we need to discuss."