Chapter 667: Showing Off Wealth?

"Xiao Ji, you have a kind heart." Mo Chenggui held Ji Xiang's hand and said very gently and kindly, "Then let's get one check-up done; it's not like we're in such a rush that we can't spare these two days for surgery anyway."

He coughed while speaking, and although Mo Chenggui tried his best to hide it, everyone else could see him swallow the phlegm he had coughed up to avoid letting Ji Xiang see it.

Wang Daxiao felt a bit heartbroken; he lowered his head and sighed, his bald spot losing its luster.

While it is said that life and death are fated, this sentiment hits differently when speaking to a patient versus speaking to friends and family by one's side.

"Then let's do it," Mo Chenggui said. "Xiao Ji, sit down, let's chat for a while. You went off to film a show and have been gone for over a month."

Ji Xiang sat at the head of Mo Chenggui's bed. "Mo Laoshi, please don't worry. You'll understand once the check-up is done."

"Good." Mo Chenggui smiled, coughed for a while, and then asked, "I thought you wouldn't come back after staying at the Affiliated Hospital. Nan Fang is so nice, the pay is high, everything is good."

"It's alright, but the key is that my dad is here, so I can't leave."

"Your dad is still young, not even fifty, he doesn't need you to take care of him. At your age, you should be thinking about your future, you know," Mo Chenggui said, his tone already carrying a hint of reproach.

"Nan Fang is okay, it's fine," Ji Xiang said, "but it's all the same."

"How can it be the same? The income is different. If I... if Wang Daxiao were in Nan Fang, he'd be making at least 100,000 a month. His son is in his third year of high school; once he gets into college, he'll probably go to Nan Fang too."

"Mo, stop bringing me up for no reason," Wang Daxiao said. "Who wouldn't want to earn money if they could?"

"I have no interest in earning money," Ji Xiang said very candidly.

"..."

"..."

Mo Chenggui still wanted to persuade Ji Xiang, but he hadn't expected to get such an answer.

He looked at Ji Xiang in distress. "Xiao Ji, I thought the same way when I was young, and Wang Daxiao had the same idea too. Look at us now; we still have to go to private hospitals to perform circumcisions. Although there are many ways to make money in a hospital, we only have this much ability, so we can only earn this much."

"My parents have money, so I don't need to struggle to earn it. My dad said he's responsible for laying the foundation, and as long as I work hard at whatever I like to research, I don't need to worry about anything else."

"Inflation..."

"Xiao Ji," Wang Daxiao looked up and said seriously, "I remember the first day you came to the hospital, I told a story about a neighbor of mine."

"Wang Laoshi, I remember." Ji Xiang smiled, thought carefully, and said, "It's different. Let's put it this way: a few years ago, a friend of my dad's was on Weibo. That year, Sotheby's Auction sold a blue and white porcelain bowl for 60 million. My dad's friend replied that it wasn't worth that much money and that there was probably some insider trading."

Mo Chenggui and Wang Daxiao looked at each other in dismay. 60 million for a broken bowl—it was completely beyond their understanding of the world.

Such things could only be seen in the news, treated as gossip or a diversion in life, yet they never expected Ji Xiang to mention it during casual conversation.

"There are a lot of contrarians online. Someone mocked my dad's friend, so he took a few photos at home. There were 4 of these bowls fired in one kiln, and the other 3 are at my house. So, it really wasn't worth that much money."

Mo Chenggui and Wang Daxiao fell into a daze.

"My dad never plays with these things; I don't know the specific reason why."

"What does your dad do?" Wang Daxiao thought Ji Xiang was bragging.

Ji Xiang took out his phone and started scrolling.

"Here, this is a post my dad made on his Moments when Inamori Kazuo passed away. At that time, many well-known entrepreneurs posted tributes, and my dad posted one too."

In the picture, a man in his thirties and an elderly man with gray hair were sitting by a pond fishing.

They looked very relaxed, the atmosphere was very harmonious, and the feeling of a friendship across generations emerged naturally.

It seemed to be drizzling from the sky, and there was only one umbrella. The gray-haired old man and the middle-aged man each occupied half of the umbrella, with one side of their bodies looking darker in color.

The entire image had a transcendent artistic conception.

A sense of purity and elegance emerged spontaneously.

Wang Daxiao and Mo Chenggui looked at each other. Although they didn't know Inamori Kazuo, they vaguely knew he was a big shot.

The caption on the Moments was very simple—"Rest in peace, Mr. Inamori Kazuo."

"..."

Mo Chenggui was speechless.

This kind of showing off wealth was much more intense than a 60-million-yuan bowl and had a greater impact on him.

"My dad has many friends; it's just that we can't go abroad right now, but they all keep in touch." Ji Xiang smiled. "Mo Laoshi, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"!!!"

Mo Chenggui was left speechless.

Compared to Ji Xiang's wealthy father, his own knowledge seemed somewhat shallow.

He had originally wanted to instill some values in Xiao Ji, but he hadn't expected to be shocked by Ji Xiang's silent display of wealth.

"Xiao Ji, how is your research project going?" Wang Daxiao calmed down and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, research just takes time," Ji Xiang said. "Take it step by step, you can't be in a rush."

The way he said this, it was as if Ji Xiang were an experienced Old Man pointing out a clear path for a young person.

Lin Jiuze stood silently in the corner, his gaze toward Ji Xiang becoming increasingly complex and conflicted.

The Thoracic Surgery Department contacted for a PET-CT, and Mo Chenggui went for the check-up the next morning.

The results came out quickly.

The space-occupying lesion in the lower lobe of Mo Chenggui's right lung did not "light up" on the imaging; the facts proved it was not a Tumor.

Holding the thick PET-CT report, another hospital-wide consultation was held.

This time, Mo Chenggui attended as the "Patient" to hear other doctors' opinions on the matter.

What Ji Xiang said was true; he wasn't just comforting him. Mo Chenggui understood the ins and outs of the hospital; if there were really something wrong, they certainly wouldn't let him sit in the office.

To do that would be too cruel.

Now the focus of the problem was what the diagnosis was.

Lin Jiuze stood in front of the blackboard and began a long-winded explanation of Bird Allergy, citing sources and references, even writing the copied literature numbers one by one on the blackboard, just like doing research.

Mo Chenggui couldn't help but believe it.

As for the source of the disease, it was Mo Chenggui's old, tattered down jacket, a point that Mo Chenggui found very hard to accept.

A tattered down jacket had actually made him think he was going to die.

"Mo, I've told you countless times to change out of that down jacket, but you just won't do it, damn it," Wang Daxiao complained. "If you'd changed into a good one earlier, you wouldn't have been startled like that. If it weren't for Xiao Ji, while you wouldn't have been in any real danger, you would have lost a lung lobe, and I'd be the one suffering later when you started shirking your work."

Mo Chenggui smiled, feeling very relaxed.

It wasn't Lung Cancer; he felt the sunlight was even a few degrees warmer.

"Doctor Lin is really too fond of showing off. He wasn't the one who made the diagnosis, yet we had to listen to him ramble the whole time," Wang Daxiao said, standing up for Ji Xiang.

"Xiao Ji doesn't like to talk much; everyone knows it anyway, so it's fine," Mo Chenggui said.

(End of chapter)