Chapter 30: Chapter 30 - 30: Like Winning a Prize (2)

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Presumably, Qin Zhiyou and his companions had hushed up the matter. After all, if the news got out that Qin Zhiyou’s wife was being taken advantage of by a client, how would he be able to continue doing business in Yan City?

But she had learned her lesson from this incident. One shouldn’t aim too high or seek shortcuts. Shortcuts are full of traps; they might seem the fastest way, but right beneath, it’s a precipice.

A new month began, and Qin Zhiyou remained busy, appearing in news from all around every day.

Lu Weixi was also busy. Perhaps luck had turned; a previous client was quite satisfied with a job she completed, he had made a fortune doing business last year and bought a new villa. This client specifically requested her to design it and also introduced her to his fellow wealthy friend who bought a villa as well.

Lu Weixi was appreciated and worked diligently. She boldly dismantled the original structure of the villas, and without compromising the load-bearing structures, she customized the design to the two clients’ preferences. Once the design was complete, both parties approved enthusiastically.

Even though they only made down payments, the commissions from the down payments for the two villas amounted to fifty thousand yuan. And there would be a remaining balance when the projects were finished. Together with the additional thirty thousand yuan that Qin Zhiyou gave her last month and the guaranteed fifty thousand yuan for this month, she had gathered enough money for the medical expenses. She even had enough to repay the fifty thousand yuan she’d borrowed from Xue Feifei.

Lu Weixi disliked owing others; as soon as the down payment arrived, she promptly transferred the money to Xue Feifei via mobile payment.

Xue Feifei did not respond for quite some time after the transfer, possibly because she was still at work.

She still had time to spare after leaving her client’s villa, so she decided to go to the hospital. When Lu Weixi arrived, the nursing attendant was there. She took over the attendant’s duties, helping her mother bathe and change her clothes. Her mother’s treatment seemed quite effective; she was lucid more often. Although her vision was impaired and her lower limbs were immobile due to the pressure on her brain’s nerves, and she had difficulty expressing herself, she still seemed delighted when Lu Weixi—after seeking the nurse’s advice—took her down to the little garden for some sun. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The weather was lovely, and the flowers in the garden were blooming beautifully. Lu Weixi sat with her mother under the Wisteria trellis, soaking up the sun, when Zhao Zihao happened to come by.

“Miss Lu, why didn’t you let me know you were coming?” Zhao Zihao still had his stethoscope around his neck, clearly indicating he had just finished his rounds. He squatted down to give Lu’s mother a quick checkup, then rose with a smile, “It seems the ZER0-1 treatment is working well.”

“That’s because of your competent treatment.” When her mother had liver cancer, the pain would sometimes keep her awake all night. The most terrifying aspect of the disease wasn’t having it, but rather the despair of not being able to fight the persisting illness despite undergoing treatment, coupled with the numerous side effects. When they first discovered the brain metastases, Lu Weixi even thought that at least when her mother was unconscious, she wouldn’t feel as much pain.

Zhao Zihao also smiled, “You don’t need to worry too much. Even if liver cancer metastasizes, scientific treatment can control the disease and prolong life. To be honest, I initially thought you had a lot on your plate, and I wasn’t sure if the treatment would be effective, so I didn’t advise you to spend a significant amount on it. However, this is your mother, after all, if you didn’t try you would regret it forever. The greatest sadness in life is to wish to provide for your parents and not being able to do so.”

Noticing Zhao Zihao’s thoughtful expression, Lu Weixi casually asked, “Dr. Zhao, it seems like something’s on your mind.. Is it something about your parents?”