Chapter 75 The Seventy-Fifth Day of Not Running Away The Seventy-Fifth Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 75 The Seventy-Fifth Day of Not Running Away The Seventy-Fifth Day of Not Running Away...

On the morning before she was to leave the country, Wen Chan asked Jiang Zihan if her parents, brother, and sister-in-law wanted her to help supervise the renovation.

Jiang Zihan paused for a moment, then subconsciously shook her head: "No, they don't understand anything."

Wen Chan packed her clothes slowly and deliberately. "It's alright. I've already asked Manager Lin from that real estate company to find a designer. However, Manager Lin and his team are outsiders after all, so I can't trust them. I don't have time to keep an eye on the renovation process either. Someone has to keep an eye on it."

Wen Chan had never done interior decoration, but she knew that this industry was fraught with difficulties.

In her past life, her friend, a shrewd and capable female lawyer, won many cases in court and could be considered a legendary figure in the legal profession. However, even such a legendary figure suffered a lot of pitfalls when decorating her home.

After receiving the marble I ordered, I discovered that it was not as advertised. I had ordered several hundred packages of tiles, but the workers had switched dozens of packages with the real thing. Even the plumbing, electrical wiring, and hardware were also damaged.

Afterwards, her friend cried and told her that she absolutely had to personally oversee the purchase and renovation of the house, and that she couldn't trust the renovation workers. She said that the industry was murky and full of shady practices, and that most homeowners were laymen, so they could only let them decide how many water pipes and wires they wanted.

Finally, the materials from one house might be enough to decorate three houses!

That's where they make their money.

Jiang Zihan shook her head again: "My parents, my brother and sister-in-law, they're no good. They don't understand anything."

Wen Chan chuckled: "They don't need to understand. I just need them to keep an eye on things for me. Designers and renovation teams are all outsiders. If they quote me 130,000 for a cost of 30,000, I'll lose money, understand? That's why I need my own people."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zihan wavered somewhat, "That doesn't sound too difficult."

“It’s not difficult at all, don’t be silly,” Wen Chan said. “Besides, I only came up with this idea because your parents just finished renovating their house, so I know a little about it. I’ve discussed it with them, and the renovation quote for each room is three thousand yuan, no more. Your family can help keep an eye on it. If there are any cost savings, half of it will go to your family, and in addition, each person will get five hundred yuan a month. What do you think?”

The price is neither high nor low.

But it's definitely worth it.

Putting aside everything else, Wen Chan owns more than a dozen properties. If he could save an average of two hundred yuan per property, that would amount to several thousand yuan.

Not to mention the basic salary of five hundred yuan.

Jiang Zihan said, "Then I'll call my parents and ask them?"

She made the call, and unsurprisingly, the Jiang family was interested. Jiang's mother said, "I have nothing to do at home all day, so what's wrong with me going to keep an eye on things? We can take turns. You and the eldest son know about plumbing and electricity, so you can help Miss Wen keep an eye on things. They pay us so much, we can't let them suffer a loss."

Father Jiang nodded. "That goes without saying."

And so, it was settled.

Wen Chan didn't sign a contract with anyone; she sent them a sum of money first. She understood the principle that you have to feed a horse if you want it to run.

The plane was taking off in the afternoon. Chen Bo was helping carry the luggage on and off the bus. When they got to the ticket gate, he looked at Wen Chan.

Wen Chan looked at him and said, "Let's go, it's getting late, don't get stuck in traffic on the way back."

Chen Bozheng said, "Give me a call when you get to New York. I'll be waiting for you."

"Okay." Wen Chan nodded.

The fat man was in charge of carrying the luggage to check-in. After boarding the plane, they were in first class. Zhang Yurong was rich and didn't care about this small amount of money.

Both Fatty and Jiang Zihan were quite excited. Sitting in the chair, Fatty turned his head to Jiang Zihan and said, "I really never thought that I, Fatty, would have a day like this."

Jiang Zihan was also a little excited, but more than that, she was apprehensive. "Will we really be able to adapt to life in America?"

"It'll only be a few months, you'll adapt quickly." The fat man patted Jiang Zihan on the shoulder. "Girl, don't be afraid, I'm here. My 200 pounds are enough to protect you from being bullied in America."

Mi Lin, who was sitting in the front seat, couldn't help but chuckle.

Zhang Yurong and Wen Chan sat next to each other.

On the plane, the two chatted for a while, and surprisingly, they got along quite well. When they got off the plane, it was morning in New York, and the bright sun was high in the sky, relentlessly radiating its heat.

Lincoln Jiang and his entourage, who had been waiting at the airport entrance, were taken directly to New York-Presbyterian Hospital.

Even in later generations, this hospital remains one of the top hospitals in the United States, especially renowned for its cardiology department.

After reviewing Wen Chan's pathology report, Dr. Zhuo Lai arranged for her to undergo an ultrasound and X-ray. He concluded that her condition was stenosis of the left main coronary artery, requiring open-heart bypass surgery. She would need to recuperate in the hospital for at least two to three months before being discharged.

Wen Chan could afford the medical expenses herself, but she was puzzled by the length of her hospital stay.

Zhuo Lai adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses. He was a typical elite white man with brown hair, a neatly pressed white coat, and thick, calloused fingers. "I looked at the ultrasound results. There are several obvious lesions in your heart. In fact, I'm quite surprised that you haven't had surgery yet, but you're still so energetic."

Wen Chan subconsciously pressed her hand to her chest, recalling the time when the original owner of this body had an accident.

Zhang Yurong said, "It's fine to stay for two months; the company will cover the cost."

She patted Wen Chan on the shoulder, "You don't need to worry about the money. Consider it an advance payment from me."

Wen Chan nodded.

Fatty and Jiang Zihan had no idea what the doctor and Wen Chan were talking about, and they couldn't help but feel worried.

The fat man tugged at the translator, who was a shy international student named Sun Xiaojun, whom Zhang Yurong had found for them.

"Dude, what are they whispering about?"

Sun Xiaojun repeated it in a low voice, and only then did Fatty and Jiang Zihan understand what was going on.

The fat man clapped his hands and said, "So the doctor means that my sister-in-law's body is different from ordinary people."

Sun Xiaojun nodded: "You could say that."

Sun Xiaojun and the others were talking in hushed tones behind her. Wen Chan heard them but ignored them. She asked for a single room, a two-bedroom apartment, so that there would be a room for Jiang Zihan or Fatty to rest.

As for Fatty and Jiang Zihan, they don't need to live in a house near Central Park, it's too far. It's best to find an apartment nearby.

Zhang Yurong agreed to Wen Chan's conditions without hesitation.

It was an hour later when they were admitted to the hospital and settled into their ward. Jiang Zihan would stay with Wen Chan that night, while Fatty and Sun Xiaojun would make do in the rest room.

Zhang Yurong had to go home to take care of some things. Before leaving, she left several hundred US dollars for Wen Chan and the others to spend.

Wen Chan was about to call Chen Bozheng to report the news when she saw Jiang Zihan and the others were eager to go out, so she waved her hand and said, "You guys go out for a walk. There's nothing to do this afternoon. The expert consultation is tomorrow, so we don't need you."

The fat man immediately stood up. "Then let's go out! Goodness, I'm going to eat McDonald's!"

Jiang Zihan stumbled. "Fatty, we have McDonald's in Beijing too. Everyone's come all the way to America. Why are you still eating this?"

"Hey, I'd love to eat this." The fat man patted his belly. "Their steaks and stuff are expensive and awful. I can't stand them."

Sun Xiaojun had just met them and wasn't sure if Wen Chan was joking or serious. He only dared to go out after the fat man pulled him away.

Wen Chan smiled and shook her head. It was clear that Zhang Yurong had put a lot of thought into it, and the person she had found seemed to be an honest person.

The call was answered shortly after I dialed it.

"Wen Chan—" Even though they had only been apart for a few hours, hearing the voice on the other end of the phone made Wen Chan feel as if she had been in another world.

Perhaps because Wen Chan hadn't spoken for a long time, Chen Bo couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Have you arrived in New York?"

Wen Chan hummed in agreement. "I've been admitted to the hospital. The doctor said I need surgery and won't be able to leave for two months."

"Two months isn't a problem, as long as it can be cured." Chen Bozheng breathed a sigh of relief. "Is the surgery high-risk?"

“Not high. The doctor is an expert in this kind of surgery, and the success rate is very high,” Wen Chan said. “But I’m a little reluctant; I don’t want to do it.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Bozheng became anxious, "How can we not do it? It's not easy to get out of here. Don't be afraid, nothing will happen."

"Really?" Wen Chan asked back, "This is open-chest surgery."

She leaned against the pillows on the hospital bed, the air thick with the smell of disinfectant. Her voice was soft as she said, "I've realized I'm not as brave as I thought, not as truly at ease..."

She paused, thinking to herself, "If only you were here with me."

Chen Bozheng replied, "I'll go with you."

Wen Chan paused, realizing it was already dark on the other end of the phone. The barking of cats and dogs could be heard clearly through the receiver, along with the sound of televisions from the neighbors.

Are you serious?

Chen Bozheng nodded, "I was just afraid of troubling Miss Zhang to help again."

Wen Chan couldn't help but laugh, "Don't come. If you come, I'll be even more afraid and unwilling to have surgery. Now I finally understand why some patients keep postponing their surgeries. Really, even though they know they can't escape the incision and that delaying it will only make the outcome worse, they just don't want to."

Chen Bo's heart softened; it hurt like being pricked by needles. "If only I could have this illness transferred to someone else, I wouldn't be afraid."

"Don't spout nonsense." Wen Chan said, "You got hit on the head once, wasn't that enough? I'm not in Beijing, so you'd better work hard and make more money, you know? When we get back, I don't want to work anymore, I'll rely on you to support me."

Chen Bo chuckled, "Okay, I'll take care of you. Whatever you want to eat or do, we'll go when you come back."

It's really strange, even though Chen Bozheng couldn't really help much, Wen Chan felt much better after making that phone call.

The two fought for more than two hours.

When Jiang Zihan and the others returned, the fat man's eyes widened as he held a hot dog in his hand. "Sister-in-law, this is an international call! How much money did you make?"

Wen Chan also didn't expect that she would be on the phone for so long.

Jiang Zihan brought her a salad and lemonade: "Sister, Sun Xiaojun asked the doctor, and he said that you can only eat these light foods for now. Please make do with this for the time being."

Wen Chan wasn't too concerned about food; she ate whatever was available, thanked them, and asked where they were going.

The group didn't go anywhere else; they just wandered around the area.

But Jiang Zihan and the fat man also had their eyes opened.