Chen Ling hurriedly came and walked to the door of the bathroom. It was pitch black inside. Through the light outside, he vaguely saw Li Tingchen sitting against the wall.
He leaned his neck and let the bath water fall on his face, his bloody shirt clinging to his body, the man’s indescribable decadence and sadness.
Chen Ling closed the door silently, leaving him room to lick his wounds alone.
He walked to the terrace and smoked a cigarette. As bystanders, they couldn’t help feeling distressed, let alone how desperate Li Tingchen himself was now.
“Brother, do you think your wife will……”Chen Feng asked in a low voice.
Both of them knew the importance of Su Qingyu to Li Tingchen. If Su Qingyu died, what would Li Tingchen look like?
Chen Ling extinguished his cigarette, sighed silently, and made sure that Li Tingchen was not there before he spoke: “It’s hard to say, if it’s early, even in the middle and late stages, the survival rate is very high. Generally in the late stage, especially when it starts to metastasize and spread, I’m afraid it is……It’s more or less bad luck.”
“What can I do about this!If his wife died, then Mr. Li would have to lose half his life.”
“Don’t give up at the last minute. Since junkies can develop drugs that make people lose their memory, maybe there will be a way.”
Although Chen Ling was cheering, they all knew in each other’s hearts that Su Qingyu’s situation couldn’t be worse. If she wanted to survive, she was afraid that she would really wait for a miracle to happen.
Li Tingchen was already refreshed when he went downstairs again, except for his red eyes, his expression was as usual, as cold as ever.
“Mr. Li, good news. I just found out about Zhou Yuantang. I heard that he has been doing anti-cancer research for more than a year. Maybe he knew about his wife’s illness a long time ago.”
“Where is the other person?”Li Tingchen asked quickly.
“A month ago, he left the junkie and went to Kunlun alone. There is reliable news that his anti-cancer drug has entered the final stage and he needs to find a rare medicinal material.”
“Is there a specific location?”
Chen Ling shook his head, “No.”
The light in Li Tingchen’s eyes dimmed at this moment, “Kunlun, starting from the Pamir Plateau to the west, the mountain range is about 2,500 kilometers long, with a total area of more than 500,000 square kilometers, and many places are classified as restricted areas. No one can come out alive. Where can we find him?”
Chen Ling comforted: “At least there is another glimmer of life. Zhou Yuantang has been there for a month. Maybe he has found the medicinal materials he wants?”
“Chen Ling, leave this matter to you, and send additional personnel to find Zhou Yuantang.”
“Mr. Li, don’t worry, I have already arranged for manpower.”
“It’s not enough. It’s difficult for ordinary people to enter Tibet and even special forces to deal with altitude sickness. You offer a heavy reward for local Tibetans to enter the mountains on the grounds of being lost. There must be brave men under heavy money.”
“I understand Mr. Li.”
Li Tingchen asked again: “Is there any news from Su Shiyu?”
“Not yet.”