Chapter 586: A Kiss, Super Saiyan

Inside the quiet car cabin.

Zhou Hui's rough hands were tightly clasped on her knees; even her breathing had become cautious.

She secretly sized up the young man in front, then looked at her daughter beside her, her heart filled with shock and immense bewilderment.

Although she didn't have much contact with Zhang Yan in daily life, she was, after all, flesh of her own flesh; she understood this daughter's personality better than anyone.

Introverted, timid, and even somewhat insecure.

She had only one or two close friends, and male friends were even more pitifully scarce.

She had never known, nor had she ever heard her daughter mention, that she actually knew such an outstanding young man.

And their relationship was so close; if she didn't truly like him, it would be absolutely impossible for Zhang Yan to be this intimate with him.

Over these years, she had been working at the bottom of the city, washing dishes in restaurant kitchens, making beds in hotels, and doing cleaning in office buildings.

She had seen all sorts of people and could be considered to have some worldly experience.

The car she was sitting in was one of the world's top luxury vehicles, a Rolls-Royce, costing tens of millions at every turn.

And the high-quality suit he was wearing was definitely not something an ordinary person could afford.

This was a person who far transcended the class they belonged to, a person living in another world.

Logically speaking, her own daughter could never have had any intersection with such a person.

More importantly, given Zhang Yan's personality, she wouldn't even dare to develop feelings for such a person.

Just then.

Tang Song hung up the phone, turned around, and looked toward the back.

"The hospital side has already been contacted. Director He happens to be here today; he is an authoritative expert in the domestic lymphoma field. Don't worry, everything will definitely be fine."

Zhang Yan's lips moved, and she could only say in a low voice: "Thank you."

"Don't worry about Orange either." Tang Song's gaze shifted to Zhang Yan, his tone becoming softer, "The hospital here has the most professional special care, rotating 24 hours a day, and can take very good care of Auntie. You don't need to guard here every single moment."

Hearing "Orange," Zhang Yan's body, which had been tense the whole time, finally relaxed slightly.

She raised her head, her clear, timid eyes flickering, as if wanting to say something, but in the end, she just squeezed out an "Mm."

Beside her, Zhou Hui gathered the courage to look at Tang Song; in the other party's eyes, there wasn't a hint of high-and-mighty scrutiny, but rather a thick sense of reassurance, sincere and warm.

This made her instantly heave a sigh of relief.

Compared to those powerful and influential people she had met, Tang Song could be said to be very easy to get along with.

Soon, the car arrived steadily at the Sun Yat-sen University Cancer Center.

Almost at the same time they got out of the car, the taxi carrying Chen Yao and the other two also arrived right behind them.

Chen Chen Shuangshuang, carrying her schoolbag, walked straight over, then supported Zhou Hui's other arm, whispering: "Mom, sister."

Her tears had completely stopped, and her gaze stole glances at Tang Song from time to time.

Zhou Hui felt a wave of relief seeing her youngest daughter, who had always been resistant to Zhang Yan, become so well-behaved and harmonious.

"Mom, take it slow, watch the steps." Chen Yao walked up quickly, her face wearing a concerned yet awkward expression.

Zhou Hui frowned and ignored her.

"I'll make a call." Tang Song said, dialing a number again, simply saying: "Hello, we have arrived,

right at the entrance of the outpatient building."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people walked out quickly from inside the hospital gate, wearing white coats and carrying hospital ID badges.

Seeing Tang Song, the group quickly stepped forward to welcome him.

Leading them was a middle-aged woman in her forties with a capable temperament.

Her face wore a warm smile as she walked straight to Tang Song and took the initiative to extend her hand: "Hello, Mr. Tang, I am Lin Wan, the Director of the Hospital Office at the Sun Yat-sen University Cancer Center."

Hearing her self-introduction, Zhou Hui, Chen Yao, and the others were all startled.

The so-called "Hospital Office" is actually the "President's Office," the core administrative and comprehensive department of the hospital.

They never imagined that the person coming to receive them would be such a leader.

"Hello, Director Lin, thank you for your hard work." Tang Song politely shook her hand and turned slightly: "This is the patient,

Zhou Hui."

Zhou Hui looked at the other party, her palms sweating from nervousness, and could only nod subconsciously.

"It's our duty." Director Lin's gaze swept gently over Zhou Hui, then turned to Tang Song: "All medical records from the First Affiliated Hospital of the Pharmaceutical University have been synchronized and transferred over. The expert team is holding an internal preparatory meeting to conduct a preliminary study. We can go over now."

"Mm, okay."

The group of six followed the hospital team, passed through an internal administrative corridor with relatively sparse traffic, and took the elevator directly to the Special Medical Center of the Inpatient Department.

The environment here was completely different from the noisy general ward downstairs.

The floor was covered with thick carpet, carefully pruned green plants were placed at the corners, and there wasn't a trace of the smell of disinfectant in the air; instead, it was permeated with a faint scent of aromatherapy.

Director Lin led them into a spacious and bright independent lounge and said softly: "You all rest here for a moment and drink some water." Zhou Hui and the others sat awkwardly on the sofa, not knowing where to put their hands and feet.

This kind of "privilege" treatment, which they had only seen in TV dramas, was something they had never imagined in their entire lives.

Zhang Yan secretly looked at Tang Song beside her, her heart feeling both settled and flustered.

After waiting for a while.

The door to the lounge was pushed open again.

A group of 7 people walked in, all doctors wearing white coats with extraordinary temperaments.

The small consultation room suddenly felt a bit crowded.

Director Lin introduced softly from the side: "Mr. Tang, this is Vice President Zhang, who is in charge of medical operations; this is Director He, the academic leader of the Hematology and Oncology Department; this is Professor Wang of Hematology Pathology; this is Director Ma of our CAR-T Treatment Center..."

Looking at the experts one by one and hearing the resounding titles,

Chen Chen Jinlong and Chen Yao were already shocked to the point of near numbness.

Noticing the nervous and uneasy gazes of Zhang Yan and Zhou Hui, Tang Song took the initiative to step forward and exchange pleasantries with the experts.

Then he introduced: "This is Auntie Zhou Hui, the patient herself. This is her daughter, Zhang Yan."

Zhang Yan hurriedly bowed deeply to the experts, "I'm troubling you all, thank you, thank you."

Director Lin spoke at the right time: "The space in the consultation room is limited. To ensure the efficiency of the experts' discussion, the other family members can rest here for a while. We will come to communicate with you as soon as there is a conclusion."

Chen Chen Jinlong and Chen Yao nodded immediately, "Okay, okay."

Subsequently, accompanied by Tang Song, Zhang Yan supported her mother Zhou Hui and followed the expert team to the adjacent independent consultation room.

The emergency expert consultation officially began.

Inside the lounge.

Chen Chen Shuangshuang slumped on the sofa, the nerve that had been stretched to the point of breaking finally relaxed.

Her eyes surged with the joy of surviving a disaster and an indescribable shock.

At first, calling Zhang Yan, this "sister," was just holding onto a last glimmer of hope, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood.

But she never expected that behind this piece of driftwood was an indestructible giant ship.

Beside her, Chen Chen Jinlong hung his head, his face a mixture of relief and deep shame.

He let out a long, heavy breath, as if he had unloaded a thousand-pound burden.

Only Chen Yao's eyes flickered, biting her lower lip hard.

She looked down at her phone, the screen showing the message she had sent to her brother Chen Chen Bingwen.

This reversal came too fast and too violently, completely exceeding the script she and her brother had rehearsed beforehand.

She didn't know how to deal with what would happen next.

Time was infinitely stretched in the scorching wait.

"Ding-a-ling—" The phone rang.

Chen Yao hurriedly stood up, walking out while answering the phone.

After a while.

A young man of twenty-eight or twenty-nine walked in hurriedly.

He was wearing an ordinary suit, his hair combed meticulously with hair gel, his face full of anxiety and worry.

"Brother!"

"Yaoyao!" Chen Chen Bingwen came to Chen Yao and asked urgently: "What exactly is going on?!"

"I don't know the specifics either. Who could have thought Zhang Yan would know such a friend..."

Chen Yao whispered everything that happened after Tang Song appeared, her face full of annoyance and regret.

It wasn't regret for the previous coldness and indifference, but regret for missing the opportunity to turn things around through Tang Song.

As the saying goes, when one person attains the Dao, their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.

If this hadn't happened, given the personalities of Zhang Yan and Zhou Hui, they could absolutely have been manipulated by them, and who knows how many benefits they could have had in the future.

But now that it's turned out like this,

"Brother, what should we do now?" Chen Yao looked at her brother.

Chen Yao was, after all, a college student who had just graduated; facing such a big event, it was hard to clear her head quickly.

The reason she reacted so quickly was entirely because he was guiding her from behind, and all the ideas were his.

He hadn't gone to college; he had started struggling in society right after graduating from high school, working in sales for nearly ten years.

He was extremely slick and worldly. There were some things the father found hard to say, and it wasn't convenient for him to speak either, so it was most appropriate for his sister, who had just graduated and was ignorant, to say them.

Of course, before, he was also afraid that if they really made a big scene with Zhou Hui, the other party would file for divorce and want to split the property.

He hadn't shown his face all along, also to leave a backup plan, to come out and appease them when the time came.

Now it seems, he was right.

Subsequently, Chen Chen Bingwen's expression changed, and he lowered his voice, speaking rapidly at a volume only the two of them could hear.

Chen Yao's eyes flickered, nodding constantly, her face revealing surprise.

Soon, the two finished their exchange.

Chen Chen Bingwen took a deep breath, his face instantly changing to a look of sorrow and filial piety, and he walked into the lounge with big strides.

"Dad! Chen Shuangshuang! How is Mom? What did the doctor say?!"

Seeing his son arrive, Chen Chen Jinlong stood up quickly, "Chen Bingwen, you're here."

Disgust flashed in Chen Chen Shuangshuang's eyes, and she shifted her gaze, not looking at this brother.

Another half hour passed, and the door to the consultation room finally opened.

Almost the moment Zhang Yan and Zhou Hui walked out, Chen Chen Bingwen was the first to "rush" up.

He grabbed Zhou Hui's arm, his voice filled with suppressed sobs: "Mom! How are you? I just heard Yaoyao talk about your condition,

and only then did I know it was so serious! Why didn't you and Dad tell me?!"

Then, he turned around, facing Tang Song and Zhang Yan, his face full of gratitude and guilt.

"This must be Mr. Tang, right? Thank you so much, thank you so much! I am Yaoyao and Chen Shuangshuang's brother, Chen Chen Bingwen."

"Hello." Tang Song nodded, his shirt hem suddenly being pulled gently.

Turning his head, he saw Zhang Yan shaking her head at him.

From her eyes, Tang Song immediately discovered something abnormal and withdrew the words of pleasantry.

Chen Chen Bingwen thanked him a few more times.

Then he turned his head abruptly and shouted sternly at his sister Chen Yao: "You too! Mom is so sick, how could you think of saving money and not treating her? And deliberately hiding it from me?"

"Brother, you—you aren't you getting married soon? I was afraid sister-in-law—"

"Shut up! In your eyes, am I that kind of person who ignores a relative's life for the sake of marriage?!"

His voice was loud and full of emotion.

Chen Yao's eyes turned red, she lowered her head, walked to Zhang Yan and Zhou Hui, her voice filled with tears: "Mom, Zhang Yan, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I was too ignorant, I was wrong..."

However, Zhou Hui just looked at them quietly, her turbid eyes showing not a hint of being moved.

A moment later, she spoke slowly: "Is that so?"

Chen Chen Bingwen was stunned, then said decisively: "Of course it is! Mom, if I had known earlier that your condition was so serious, even if I had to sell the wedding house and borrow money everywhere, I wouldn't get married, I would definitely cure your illness!"

Zhou Hui coughed, her eyes, which appeared turbid due to illness, now revealing an unusual sharpness.

She looked at the brother and sister in front of her and said calmly: "Just now the experts said that they will use that CAR-T

therapy next. They said my physical condition is quite good and there is a great chance of being cured."

She paused, her gaze sweeping slowly over their faces, and continued: "Since that's the case, I've thought it through, and I plan to get treated. The experts said this money will cost about 1.5 million. Chen Bingwen, didn't you just say that even if you had to sell the house, you would treat Mom? Then—let's pool the money together."

As soon as she finished speaking, the expressions on Chen Chen Bingwen and Chen Yao's faces instantly froze.

Just then, Zhang Yan took a deep breath, suddenly stepped forward, her gaze for the first time looking directly at Chen Yao with such firmness, "I don't have much money. For the initial hospitalization and examination, I can only pool together thirty or forty thousand for now. But I will continue to work and earn money, and then transfer it to my mom."

After more than an hour of consultation, her brain was already completely clear.

If possible, she really didn't want to owe Tang Song so much money.

Those favors and medical resources were, after all, for her mother's life.

But 1.5 million, this number was too heavy; she really couldn't pay it back.

This heavy "favor" would make her feel even more insecure, and she didn't know how to repay him.

Stared at by Zhang Yan's clear and burning gaze, Chen Yao subconsciously took half a step back, her eyes flustered.

She suddenly realized that she had missed a fatal key point.

This money, from beginning to end, Tang Song hadn't said he would pay it!

It was just because of the power and wealth he displayed that they subconsciously assumed so!

Chen Chen Bingwen stood there blankly, his brain weighing things rapidly.

He didn't dare to agree at all.

He couldn't afford to gamble.

After all, who knows how many women are around such a billionaire driving a Rolls-Royce.

The relationship between Zhang Yan and the other party might not be that solid either.

Once he agreed, and Zhou Hui really did it, and then they didn't climb up the high branch of Tang Song, his life would be completely ruined.

Zhou Hui continued: "Why? Chen Bingwen, Yaoyao, are you pooling the money or not?!"

Chen Chen Bingwen said earnestly: "Mom, look at you, why are you still angry with us? Now the main thing is that your illness is too urgent, we can't pool enough in a short time, everything should be focused on treatment."

"How can I get treated without money? Does what you just said still count?"

"I—I—"

Chen Chen Bingwen stammered, unable to speak, sweat starting to form on his forehead, subconsciously looking at Tang Song.

However, what greeted him were two calm and indifferent eyes, as if they had already seen through his little thoughts.

Feeling the aura on the other party, his heart tightened suddenly.

He lowered his head with a flushed face.

Zhou Hui smiled, a trace of mockery flashing in her eyes.

She had lived subserviently beside this family for fifteen years and had long since seen the character of this brother and sister clearly.

When she learned that her cancer chemotherapy had failed, the thing she worried about most was Zhang Yan.

She was afraid that after she left, that introverted and timid daughter would become even more isolated;

She was even more afraid that she would repeat her own mistakes, meet the wrong person, be bullied, and live a life even more bitter than hers.

However, Tang Song, who appeared suddenly today, made her see "dawn," and she also saw clear admiration and emotion on Zhang Yan's face.

What she feared most was that this family would be like leeches, taking advantage of this opportunity to stick to Zhang Yan and Tang Song.

Completely destroying the happiness her daughter had finally managed to have.

So she had to tear off their hypocritical masks in front of Tang Song and Zhang Yan, completely cutting off their thoughts of climbing up.

In this regard, as a mother, she was incomparably selfish and fearless.

Just in this silent confrontation.

Tang Song's voice suddenly sounded: "It's noon already, Auntie, let's go handle the hospitalization first."

Director Lin beside him spoke at the right time: "Right, business comes first. Lunch has already been prepared, family members can eat in the lounge here."

Zhou Hui nodded.

Zhang Yan carefully supported her mother's arm and said softly: "Mom, let's go."

Chen Chen Shuangshuang watched this scene, then looked back at her dejected father and her brother and sister with livid faces, biting her lip.

She picked up her schoolbag and ran to follow.

Zhou Hui's special ward was an independent suite. Besides the ward area equipped with independent bathroom and advanced medical equipment, there was also a small lounge with soft sofas and a coffee table.

Outside the window, it faced a quiet central garden of the hospital, full of greenery, making one feel relaxed and happy.

In the room, reception consultant Zhao Fei had been waiting for a long time with two nursing assistants. Seeing them enter, she immediately greeted them, "Mr. Tang."

Tang Song nodded and gently pulled Zhang Yan's wrist, "This is my friend Zhang Yan, and also the patient's daughter. Zhao Fei, stay here at the hospital for a while."

"Okay, Mr. Tang, no problem."

Tang Song looked at Zhang Yan and said: "If there's anything, just tell Zhao Fei directly, she will help you solve it."

Zhang Yan raised her head to look at the elegant woman opposite, bowed awkwardly, "I'm troubling you."

"You're too polite. I'll go handle the hospitalization procedures for your mother. This is Ms. Zhou's exclusive nursing assistant, who will be here 24 hours a day."

"Thank you."

Zhou Hui sat awkwardly on the sofa, watching the nursing assistant pour warm water for her, and looking at this environment that didn't look like a ward at all, she was at a loss for a moment.

Lunch was delivered quickly.

It wasn't any mountain or sea delicacies, but four dishes and one soup carefully matched by the hospital's nutrition expert team according to Zhou Hui's current physical condition.

The dishes were light but made extremely exquisitely, carefully divided into insulated lunch boxes.

The lunch for Tang Song, Zhang Yan, and Chen Chen Shuangshuang was much richer, also nutritionally balanced.

This meal was eaten in unusual silence.

The haze lingering in the hearts of the mother and two daughters, however, dissipated bit by bit in this warm meal and peaceful environment.

After the meal, the nursing assistant began to tidy up the bed for Zhou Hui.

Preparing for a nap.

Zhang Yan stood there, watching her mother settle into the newly changed, clean, and soft bedding, only then did she truly heave a sigh of relief.

"Sister." A timid voice sounded behind her.

Zhang Yan turned her head and saw Chen Chen Shuangshuang looking at her cautiously.

"Tang—Tang Song brother, he is waiting for you outside." Chen Chen Shuangshuang pointed outside the door, her voice very light, "Shouldn't you go and talk to him alone?"

Zhang Yan's heart jumped, she bit her lip hard, then said "Mm."

She turned around and walked out with difficulty.

Zhou Hui watched her daughter, a thoughtful expression appearing in her eyes.

Inaudible footsteps approached.

Tang Song, who was replying to a message, raised his head and saw Zhang Yan walking toward him.

"Zhang Yan." Tang Song called out softly.

"Mm—. Yes. Thank you, I—I'm sorry—I—"

Zhang Yan lowered her head, her hands twisting her clothes helplessly, her long eyelashes casting a small, quiet shadow under her eyes.

This morning, Tang Song's sudden appearance and everything he displayed triggered a landslide of shock in her heart.

Romance is destined to die, and falling into mediocrity is inevitable.

She is also a normal woman; at her most desperate and helpless moment, that boy who existed in her fantasies truly descended like a "Super Saiyan," destroying all the obstacles of reality and letting her see the light once again.

The stirring and palpitations in her heart were indescribable, especially since she had long harbored a deep, complex emotion for him that she herself couldn't even untangle.

Looking at him now, this emotion, suppressed for over a decade, was like a volcano ignited in an instant, nearly bursting through her chest and erupting.

Yet, a massive sense of inferiority and embarrassment trapped her in place like cold iron chains.

In that letter, she wrote, 【I also wish for you to always be like you were in your youth—passionate, brave, and with light in your eyes.】

It was because she thought he was also struggling in the mire of life, and she hoped her own faint "light" could provide him with some insignificant encouragement.

But looking at it now, he himself is the sun.

Tang Song put down his phone and walked in front of her, "Why are you saying sorry?"

Zhang Yan's shoulders trembled imperceptibly, "I—I've caused you trouble, a lot of trouble, and a lot of money."

"This doesn't count as trouble to me."

"But..."

Tang Song shook his head and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, "Zhang Yan, are we good friends?"

Zhang Yan slowly raised her head, looked into his eyes, her lips moving as she uttered one word with utmost clarity: "Yes."

The chaotic reunion, the hand-holding at the intersection, the painting of the rental apartment, the "Dragon Ball" that belonged to their youth...

In these three short days of being together, she had long since superimposed the Tang Song before her with the clean "boy" from her memories.

The best friend who would joke with her, care for her, and make her feel at ease.

"You've watched 'Dragon Ball,' you should remember when Goku first defeated Frieza, right?"

"I remember." Zhang Yan looked at him timidly, answering subconsciously, "Volume sixteen."

A clean, warm smile appeared on Tang Song's face, "Right now, life and illness are that 'Frieza'; they have made you feel unprecedented pressure and fear. But they have also given you a chance to transform."

Zhang Yan looked into his eyes, and her tears could no longer be held back, surging forth.

She wiped her tears messily with the back of her hand, choking as she spoke the deepest inferiority in her heart: "But I—I'm very stupid, I'm not a Saiyan..."

In her view, Liu Liu Qingning was the true "Saiyan."

Tang Song looked at the girl before him, crying like rain-drenched pear blossoms and trembling all over, a complex and profound feeling surging within his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly understood.

Why, when he first obtained the 【Dream System】, in the "future scenes" he saw, Zhang Yan only passed the civil service exam at age 31.

And why she waited until then to go through the trouble of having someone contact him.

Instead of doing what she was doing now—using a "letter" carrying ten years of hidden feelings to restart the story between the two of them.

Perhaps it was because of her mother's sudden, serious illness; as the only adult daughter, given Zhang Yan's kind and timid personality, she absolutely could not abandon her mother.

This also meant that in the original timeline without him, for a very long time to come, she would have been trapped in the mire, struggling for this heavy responsibility and the exorbitant medical expenses.

Not until her mother passed away and she had no one left to rely on in this world did she muster the courage to take the civil service exam and then try to contact him.

What kind of mood and state of mind was she in at that time?

Tang Song's heart felt as if it had been fiercely pinched by something.

The lives he changed by obtaining the system were never just his and Liu Liu Qingning's.

It should also include her.

Tang Song took a deep breath, his gaze becoming incomparably serious, "Then do you think I am a 'Saiyan'?"

Zhang Yan raised her tear-blurred eyes and nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

He suddenly leaned down, moving forward until he was very, very close to her face.

So close that she could clearly feel his warm breath; Zhang Yan's cheeks instantly flushed red, and her body trembled violently, beyond her control.

"Then I will lend you my strength. When you learn how to transform into a 'Super Saiyan,' you can return this strength to me."

As he said this, he suddenly lowered his head and gently kissed Zhang Yan on her cold cheek, which was still stained with tear tracks.

Time seemed to stretch and solidify at this moment.

"Thump—thump-thump—"

Zhang Yan's eyes widened suddenly, and nothing remained in her ears but the sound of her own heartbeat.

When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they surpass countless encounters in the human world.

Immediately after, she felt her legs go weak, as if all the strength in her body had been drained, and she fell directly onto Tang Song.