Billionaire's Long Journey of Chasing His Love-Chapter 740 - 621 It Seems Like We’re Taking Off Our Pants to Fart (Third Update)
As soon as the call connected, Ruan Hanmo chuckled and said, "Hey there, Stinky Nephew! It’s your Uncle Hanmo."
"You slimy frog, calling for something?"
"Hanmo!"
"Frog!"
"Alright, alright! Frog it is, whatever makes you happy. Who am I to argue when I need your help!" Ruan Hanmo admitted defeat first.
"Haha... This is rare. Our esteemed young Island Master actually needs my help. Say what you need—I’ll make sure not to do it!" Jimo Cong’s laughter rang through the phone.
Ruan An Yang grabbed her brother’s phone in a hurry. "Stinky... I mean, Jimo Cong, it’s An Yang. It’s me asking for help, not my brother."
"Little Aunt An Yang, haha... this is your first time asking me for something. Go ahead—I’ll make sure I handle what’s impossible!"
Ruan An Yang sniffled. "I have a patient with head trauma here, and the hospital director said he knows only two people who can perform the surgery: one is your aunt’s mother-in-law, and the other is your sister’s husband. I want to ask you for help to reach whichever one is convenient for you. I promise it won’t be for free—they’ll be generously rewarded."
"Haha, look at you, An Yang. You’ve grown up—speaking in proper phrases now. We can forget about my aunt’s mother-in-law—let’s consider Mai Zekai. I’ll ask if he has the time."
Ruan An Yang stomped her foot in urgency. "Jimo Cong, please, I beg you—get him to come over. If it doesn’t work, I’ll take the patient to Xia Wu myself."
"Huh? Little Aunt An Yang, who is this person to you? Why are you so stressed about him? Don’t tell me he’s your secret boyfriend?"
"Wahhh... Jimo Cong, can’t you see I’m panicking? How can you still tease me? I’ll tell my Mo Bao brother and have him spank you!"
"Haha... don’t cry. I’ll stop messing with you. I’ll call Mai Zekai right away."
"Five minutes! If I don’t get a call back in five minutes, I’m going straight to find my Mo Bao brother!" Ruan An Yang angrily ended the call.
Ruan Hanmo rubbed his temple. "Feels like we’re making a big deal out of nothing."
Ruan An Yang paused, then understood what he meant. "No, it’s worth it. We haven’t had much contact with Shanshan over the years. And besides, Stinky’s suggestion sounds more reliable... How about you call Shanshan?"
Ruan Hanmo quickly shook his head. "Let Stinky handle it; he has more sway than we do."
Ruan An pouted. "I’m going to check on Pretty Brother."
"He’s unconscious. What’s the point? Stay put and wait for the call!"
"I just want to check on him!"
"I said no!"
"I’m going!" Ruan An Yang grabbed her brother’s phone and dashed out the door. Just as she reached the VIP ward, Jimo Cong’s call came in.
"Hehe, Jimo Cong—you’re fast! Did that miracle doctor agree?"
"He wants to see the brain CT scan first. Ask the hospital director to send it over; I’ll text you the address shortly."
"Got it! Thanks so much! When you visit next time, I’ll treat you to a feast!"
"Alright, I’ll hold you to that feast! By the way, An Yang, don’t you have Shanshan’s number? You could contact them directly for these things."
"I don’t. Maybe my brother does." Ruan An Yang dashed back to the director’s office.
"I’ll send you the number along with the address later."
"Okay, okay, thanks!" Ruan An Yang’s face lit up with excitement.
Jimo Cong quickly sent over Mai Zekai’s contact details.
Ruan An Yang discussed the situation with the hospital director, who then sent Mai Zekai everything he needed.
Mai Zekai stared at the computer screen for a long time without speaking. Jimo Shanshan walked over. "What’s wrong? Why the grim expression?"
"This patient’s condition is tricky." Mai Zekai slowly lifted his head and glanced at Jimo Shanshan.
Jimo Shanshan looked at the screen and frowned as well. "This location... maybe it’s better not to take this case. Let them try conservative treatments and see how much can be resolved naturally."
"This case was referred by your brother." Mai Zekai sighed, moved his mouse, and pointed at the edge of the blood clot. "See the issue?"
"Calcification—so this clot has been in his brain for some time!"
"Mhm, looks like there was a delay in treatment." Mai Zekai leaned back slightly. Huh? Something felt soft behind him. He turned his head and smirked mischievously.
Jimo Shanshan smacked him on the head. "We’re talking serious business—why do you look so sleazy?"
"I want a fancy meal tonight!" Mai Zekai grinned and turned back to the screen. "I’m sick—I mean, it’s a bad habit. Even though this surgery might ruin my reputation, I can’t resist challenging cases like this. What should I do?"
Jimo Shanshan pinched his ear and laughed. "Then go for it. Before you head over, check out their hospital’s surgical facilities. If it’s not up to standard, bring the patient here."
"It’s probably not good enough, and the patient isn’t fit to travel. I’ll inquire about Crescent Island’s conditions and take whatever’s necessary."
"This patient’s from Crescent Island? Then there’s no need to bring anything—they’re well-equipped. You remember the director who dined with us at our last conference? He’s stationed there."
"Seems vaguely familiar." Mai Zekai stood up and dialed the number Jimo Cong had given him.
Ruan An Yang thanked him when he agreed and handed the phone to the local hospital director. Mai Zekai asked about the required surgical tools and was assured everything was available.
Mai Zekai chuckled. "Alright, let me know when the weather improves. I’ll head over."
The hospital director glanced out the window. "With this lousy weather, it’s unlikely to clear up in the next two days."
"I’ll wait for your update."
"Okay."
Mai Zekai hung up and pulled Jimo Shanshan out of the study.
Early the next morning, Yi Luowa received a call from her mother saying they had arrived at the airport.
Yi Luowa laughed as she sat up. "Once you and Dad are here, I’ll head to the airport to pick you up."
"This time it’s work-related. King Muta is personally coming to the airport to receive us. You can wait for us at home."
Yi Luowa pouted and looked at Tong Airui lying beside her. "Did you know Mom and Dad were coming today?"
"I did." Tong Airui smiled and pinched her nose.
The laughter of Empress Haotian echoed from the phone. "I told Airui not to tell you earlier, so you wouldn’t lose sleep over it."
Yi Luowa smiled. "Mom, I’m not that fragile... Take care and travel safe. I’ll be waiting for you at home."
"Alright, I’ll hang up now. We’re about to take off."
"Bye-bye." Yi Luowa ended the call and tugged on Tong Airui’s ear. "You actually teamed up with my mom to hide this from me! What else have you two conspired to keep from me?"
"I’m your loving husband, and Mom’s your loving mom. Even if we did team up, it’d only be for your own good. Their original visit date wasn’t today, but since both Youyou and Joyina had their babies, they moved things ahead."
Yi Luowa pursed her lips and was about to lie back down when a knock came at the door.
Tong Airui sat up. "That must be those two little troublemakers. You relax—I’ll go."
The moment the door cracked open, two little figures slipped inside.
"Mommy~"
"Mama~"
Like tiny sparrows, the two little ones rushed to the bed and scrambled up.
"So all you remember is ’mommy.’ Clearly, I’m the one who opened the door—didn’t see me?"
Sang Yu covered her mouth and giggled. "Hehe... such a big one."
Yi Luowa couldn’t hold back her laughter. "Don’t tell me you two ran here in your pajamas—did Grandpa and Grandma know?"
"They knew." Zi Yan scooted closer to his mom and left some space for his dad. "Good morning, Daddy."
"Such a good boy, my son!" Tong Airui grinned as he patted his son’s head. "Not like someone else."
Sang Yu pouted. "Daddy, come on~"
Tong Airui feigned anger. "Too late! Just a moment ago you called me ’such a big one.’ Does anyone sell daddies by the pound?"
Sang Yu cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Haha... Daddy for sale!"
Tong Airui huffed and climbed onto the bed.
Sang Yu seized the opportunity to climb onto him, grabbing his clothes and scrambling onto his body.
Tong Airui gave her a disdainful look.
Sang Yu kissed his cheek and grinned. "Daddy, don’t be mad, okay?"
Tong Airui’s heart melted instantly, and he placed his hands under her small body to keep her from tumbling down.
Seeing her dad laugh, Sang Yu stretched out her tiny hands and kneaded his face with all her might.
Zi Yan watched as his dad’s face transformed under his sister’s little fingers and burst into cheerful laughter.
Tong Airui lightly bit his daughter’s small hand. "You two are lucky to have a dad like me! When I was your age, I wouldn’t have dared to do anything like this to your grandpa."
Zi Yan blinked his eyes. "Grandpa’s great!" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
"Yeah, yeah, we always play with Grandpa like this." Sang Yu chimed in.
Tong Airui turned his head toward Yi Luowa. "Talk about favoritism—you see how our dad spoils them?"
"As long as you don’t play favorites." Yi Luowa chuckled and pulled her son into her arms. "Guess what—you two, Grandpa and Grandma are coming to visit our house today!"
Zi Yan and Sang Yu clapped their hands excitedly. "Yay! Auntie is also visiting today!"
