Chapter 3384

Although they were extremely unwilling in their hearts, they all understood a basic principle: as long as they saw Ye Chen, they just needed to prepare for bleeding, after all, it was about losing money to avoid disaster.

So everyone agreed, especially Hank, who forced himself to smile and said: "Mr. Ye is right, there's no such thing as a free meal, the money that should be paid must be paid..."

Ye Chen was very satisfied with his attitude, smiling and saying: "Hank, you're improving quickly!"

Hank chuckled awkwardly: "Thank you, Mr. Ye, for the praise..."

Ye Chen knew that his thanks were not sincere, but forced by pressure.

Thinking that these people had been tormented and exploited by him enough, Ye Chen decided to slap them and then give them a date to eat, so he said to Hank: "Hank, I think you're still sensible, from now on you will be the class representative among these people here, I'll give you a free piece of advice, which will be the reward for being class representative."

Hank quickly said: "Mr. Ye, please speak."

Ye Chen said: "After returning to the United States, the first thing you should do is go to the hospital to check your pancreatic head. Although there are no symptoms now, it has already begun to spread to the surrounding areas."

"Impossible?" Hank waved his hand, smiling: "I just had a full-body checkup three months ago, focusing on cancer screening, and my private doctor said my body imaging and tumor markers were all normal."

Ye Chen smiled: "The pancreatic head is a relatively hidden area, and when it flares up, the progression is very fast—three months is enough for it to cause problems. I had an uncle who initially had pancreatic cancer; he should have been wealthier than you, but he still couldn't resist this disease. Get it checked—it won't hurt you."

Seeing Ye Chen's serious expression, Hank also felt a bit uneasy inside.

What exactly Ye Chen was capable of, he still couldn't figure out, but one sentence making everyone impotent was indeed bizarre, so he must have some extraordinary ability.

So he quickly said respectfully: "Thank you, Mr. Ye, for the reminder—I'll go get checked as soon as I return!"

Ye Chen nodded. The spiritual energy within his body was the most fundamental and purest form of life energy; it naturally possessed the ability to heal all diseases, and for various lesions, it was as sensitive as radar. Moreover, his strength had been continuously improving recently, so for him, there was no need to infuse spiritual energy into Hank's body to probe—Hank's cancerous lesions were to him like a sudden black dot on a blank A4 sheet, clearly visible.

Originally, he didn't care about the life or death of these scoundrels, but since they were sensible, he might as well give them a small benefit, which would also make future control over them easier.

Thus, Ye Chen instructed him: "After the checkup, I don't recommend you seek treatment in the United States. Next time you come to Huaxia, you can find me—I can help you cure it completely."

Hank listened, feeling both that Ye Chen's words were somewhat sensational and that he inexplicably felt panicked to death.

But he also knew in his heart that when it came to his own health, it was better to believe it might be true than to believe it might be false.

So he immediately stood up, bowed slightly to Ye Chen, and said respectfully: "Thank you, Mr. Ye."

After speaking, he said somewhat nervously: "Mr. Ye, if you have no other instructions these two days, I plan to return tonight—do you think that's okay?"

"No problem." Ye Chen nodded: "Go back and prepare the funds, then come back in a few days."

"Good!" Hank breathed a sigh of relief, quickly pulled out his phone, and messaged his assistant to prepare the private jet for takeoff—he would fly back to the United States overnight.

Ye Chen stood up and said to everyone: "You should all go back as well, arrange according to your own situations, as long as you return to Jin Ling within a week."

After speaking, he pointed to Matt Finkelstein: "Matt, you will be in charge of these people. If anyone hasn't returned within a week, report to Steve immediately."

Matt Finkelstein stood up immediately and said respectfully: "Mr. Ye, rest assured—I will keep a close watch on them."

Ye Chen nodded, then said to Tawana: "Miss Svet, rest well tomorrow and prepare for the next two concerts."

Tawana hurriedly asked: "Mr. Ye, would it be convenient for you and Mrs. Ye to have a meal together?"

Ye Chen waved his hand: "Forget it—just rest well; we can talk about dinner another time."

Tawana felt a bit disappointed, but still nodded respectfully: "Okay, Mr. Ye."

Ye Chen then said to Steve: "Steve, thank you for handling all this nonsense."

Steve immediately said: "Mr. Ye, you're too polite—this is what I should do! From now on, I'll be staying long-term in Jin Ling, so we should definitely communicate more and strengthen our relationship!"

Ye Chen smiled: "Just keep in touch regularly."

After saying that, he glanced at the time and said: "Everyone, it's getting late—I'll leave first. See you next time."

……

That night, a private jet took off from Jin Ling overnight, heading for the United States.

On the plane, Hank had already arranged with his private doctor, but he didn't have the strength of the Rothschild family or the Fee family, nor his own private general hospital—he could only rely on his private doctor to help him book examination resources at top U. S. hospitals.

Although he didn't have his own hospital, because he paid nearly a hundred times the market price, the top hospital immediately coordinated the examination resources for him, and even before his plane landed, everything was already prepared.

When his plane landed in New York, it was already late at night local time. Because he had paid millions of dollars in examination fees, all the doctors involved in the examinations were on duty, ready to examine him the moment he arrived.

Hank had also undergone the examination at this hospital three months prior.

Like other billionaires, he usually had a full checkup every six months, choosing the hospital's super VIP channel. On the day of the checkup, all departments would set aside special time slots just for him, and he would be arranged to stay in advance in the hospital's top-tier ward, thus avoiding the hassle of rushing to the hospital early in the morning.

For someone like him, arriving at the hospital the night before, changing into examination-specific gowns, sleeping in the hospital's luxurious room, and waking up the next day, doctors and nurses would come to his ward to conduct the examination.

But this time, he had no patience to wait until morning—he went straight to the hospital by car as soon as he landed.

When his private doctor saw him, he was somewhat surprised and asked: "Sir, your indicators from the checkup three months ago were all normal—why are you in such a hurry to get checked again?"

Hank blurted out: "Please help me do a full cancer screening, especially the pancreas—someone said my pancreatic head has a problem."

The doctor said: "This might be a bit of baseless talk—I focused on your pancreas during the last checkup, and there was indeed no problem."

Hank waved his hand: "Forget what happened three months ago—three months is enough for a lot to happen. You know these three months, oh no, you know what I've experienced in these three days? Say it out loud, and even God wouldn't believe it."

After saying that, he immediately issued a firm command: "Hurry up with the examination—don't waste a single minute!"