Chapter 237: Cervical Cancer

At dawn in the capital airport, the morning mist had not yet dispersed. Xiang Fei helped Zhou Huimin adjust her hat, then suddenly said as if recalling something:

"By the way, after returning to Xiangjiang, remember to have Sister Mei get a medical checkup."

Zhou Huimin looked up in confusion: "Sister Mei? She's been looking very well lately."

Xiang Fei spoke with a serious expression: "During the last concert, I always felt something was off with her condition."

Although Zhou Huimin found it strange, she still nodded and agreed: "Alright, I'll arrange it as soon as I return."

Heihu stood not far away, holding a boarding pass in his hand: "Ah Min, it's time to go through security."

Xiang Fei gently hugged his wife: "Call me when you arrive."

Late one night a few days later, Xiang Fei's phone suddenly rang. The caller ID showed Zhou Huimin, but after he answered, trembling sobs came from the other end of the line.

"Ah Fei..." Zhou Huimin's voice was thick with tears, "Sister Mei she..."

Xiang Fei's heart tightened: "What's wrong? Speak slowly."

"It's cervical cancer..." Zhou Huimin choked out, "The doctor said it's early stage, but..."

Noisy sounds came from the background of the call; faintly, one could hear Leslie Cheung's anxious inquiries and Tang Hede's comforting words. Suddenly, the phone seemed to be passed along, and Leslie Cheung's voice came through clearly:

"Ah Fei, what should we do? All the doctors in Xiangjiang say surgery must be done immediately, but the best specialists are all in the United States..."

Before Xiang Fei could respond, Annette Mei's weak yet firm voice came from the other end of the line:

"Alright, don't scare Ah Fei. The doctor said that since it was found early, medication can control it."

Xiang Fei gripped his phone tightly, the image of Annette Mei's fate in his past life flashing through his mind. He took a deep breath and stated decisively:

"Sister Mei, right now, immediately, all of you come to the mainland. Accommodation and the hospital have already been arranged by me."

Without waiting for a response, he hung up directly and immediately dialed another number.

"Brother Long, contact Liu Yuanzhang at Peking Union Medical College Hospital immediately."

While dressing quickly, Xiang Fei sorted through the latest developments regarding cervical cancer treatment from his past life in his mind. Although it was 1998 now, the research capabilities of certain hospitals in the mainland were already ahead of the rest of the world.

The phone rang again; this time it was his uncle Xiang Sheng.

"Ah Fei, something's happened!" Xiang Sheng's voice carried excitement, "Zhou Xingxing and Lau Shun have had a falling out! Guess what? That bastard Lau Shun sold Zhou Xingxing's signing contract to Shaw Brothers!"

Xiang Fei frowned, but quickly relaxed: "Uncle, let's not interfere in this matter."

"Huh?" Xiang Sheng was clearly stunned, "Such a good opportunity..."

"The timing is not right." Xiang Fei spoke with firm tone.

Three days later, Capital International Airport.

Xiang Fei personally led a car to welcome Annette Mei and her group. When he saw Annette Mei's figure, which had grown thinner, his heart ached, and he quickly stepped forward to support her:

"Sister Mei, you've worked hard."

Although Annette Mei's face was pale, her smile remained brilliant: "Ah Fei, making such a big fuss, I feel embarrassed."

Leslie Cheung and Tang Hede followed closely behind, both wearing masks and sunglasses with solemn expressions. Vincent Zhao walked last, carrying large and small bags of medicine in his hands.

The convoy drove directly toward Peking Union Medical College Hospital. On the way, Leslie Cheung couldn't help but ask:

"Ah Fei, the medical conditions in the mainland..."

"Brother Rong, rest assured," Xiang Fei interrupted him, "I have invited top domestic oncology experts and contacted the MD Anderson Cancer Center in the United States; they are willing to provide remote consultations."

Annette Mei patted Leslie Cheung's hand: "You see, I told you Ah Fei would have a way."

In the VIP ward, Liu Yuanzhang led the examination personally. The preliminary diagnosis results were more optimistic than those in Xiangjiang—it was indeed early stage, and the cancer cells had not yet spread.

"Surgery combined with radiotherapy can be considered," Liu Yuanzhang said, "We have a new targeted therapy currently in the clinical trial phase..."

Xiang Fei's eyes lit up: "Is it research related to the HPV vaccine?"

Liu Yuanzhang looked at him in surprise: "Does Guide Xiang also understand medicine?"

Xiang Fei smiled without answering, simply saying: "Please be sure to use the best plan."

After the doctors left, Annette Mei called Xiang Fei to her bedside:

"Ah Fei, thank you so much this time. However..." she hesitated for a moment, "the medical expenses..."

Xiang Fei held her hand: "Sister Mei, did you forget? I am your younger brother. What are these expenses?"

Leslie Cheung stood by the window and suddenly spoke: "Ah Fei, why are you so anxious about Sister Mei's illness? It seems... as if you knew beforehand."

The ward fell silent instantly. Xiang Fei remained expressionless: "Intuition, I suppose. Sister Mei's condition during the concert was indeed abnormal."

Just as Xiang Fei was fully arranging Annette Mei's treatment, the Xiangjiang entertainment industry had already exploded.

"Zhou Xingxing and Lau Shun Break Up," "Xiang Film Industries Watches Coldly from the Side," "Shaw Brothers Buys Contract at Sky-High Price"... various headlines covered everything.

After arranging everything, Xiang Fei watched the setting sun gradually descend; scenes from his past life flashed through his mind—Annette Mei's death from illness, Leslie Cheung's leap into the void; in this life, he would absolutely not let tragedy repeat itself.

The phone vibrated; it was a message from Hanshan Ping: "The trailer for Tang Tan 2 has received a good response; theaters are requesting increased screening slots."

Xiang Fei smiled slightly and replied: "Alright, Uncle Han."

At this moment, the afterglow of the sunset fell upon his face, outlining a determined profile. The gears of fate were quietly turning toward a different direction.