Chapter 3392

Ye Chen's words were like a sudden blow to the head, leaving Hank wanting to cry but unable to shed a tear.

He never expected Ye Chen to be waiting for him here, and had thought Ye Chen could truly save him completely, even giving him a chance to serve as a dog by his side.

But now, Ye Chen wants him to choose between living and that ability—pick one.

No matter which he chooses, he feels unwilling.

So he hurriedly begged bitterly: "Mr. Ye, I beg you to give me a chance to reform and start anew as a person. I want to serve you with dog-and-horse labor by your side, not become a useless wretch who lacks that ability and spends all day gloomy and unhappy. That way I could still live, but I fear even living would make it hard to create any value..."

As he spoke, he added: "And didn't you say this was a reward for me as class representative? How come now it's become a choice between two options?"

Ye Chen smiled: "You really have a lot of questions, haven't you? Have you thought about what my reward for you actually is?"

Hank blurted: "It must be curing my pancreatic cancer, right..."

"No no no." Ye Chen waved his hand: "My reward for you is reminding you that your pancreas has a problem, so you don't discover it too late and miss the best treatment window. Reminding, treating, and curing are three different things—just like when you go to the hospital, they find your pancreatic cancer but aren't obligated to treat you unless you pay enough medical fees or have full insurance. And even if they do treat you, they won't promise to cure you, right?"

Hank stared blankly.

Though he knew Ye Chen was teasing him, he also knew Ye Chen was speaking the truth.

Even the best tumor hospital couldn't possibly cure pancreatic cancer.

He recalled those so-called brothers and hurriedly asked again: "Mr. Ye, if others also pay in full, will you help them restore that ability?"

"Of course." Ye Chen said very seriously: "I always keep my word. If they pay, I will definitely let them recover fully at the first opportunity."

Hank cried out with a miserable face: "Ah?! Then wouldn't I be the only one left impotent?! Mr. Ye, I'm their big brother and their guiding light. If I lose that ability, they'll be leaderless—better to let them be just like me!"

Ye Chen smiled: "Then there's nothing to be done—who let them not have pancreatic cancer? I just said I keep my word; as long as they pay, I'll solve their problem."

At that moment, a knocking came from the private room. Hong Wu respectfully said at the door: "Master Ye, Miss Svetlana has arrived."

Ye Chen casually said: "Come in."

Hong Wu pushed open the door. Tawana had just entered when she was surprised to see Hank, who had left late the night before, now back again.

Seeing Hank kneeling on the ground with red eyes from crying, she roughly guessed why—it must be that Ye Chen's judgment about his pancreatic cancer had been verified.

She didn't let Hank distract her, and respectfully said to Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye, I'm in the diamond private room, dining with important team members. I heard you were here, so I came to see you. I don't know if it's presumptuous of me to come and disturb you."

Ye Chen waved his hand, smiling: "Why be so polite? If you're not in a hurry to leave, just find a seat and sit for a while."

"Alright." Tawana also wanted to see Hank's drama, so she sat down nearby by the door.

Hong Wu then politely said: "Miss Svetlana, please wait a moment—I'll have someone bring you a new set of utensils."

Tawana nodded in thanks, and Hong Wu left the private room first.

Hank never expected that, at the very moment he was kneeling and begging Ye Chen, Tawana would come to cause trouble.

But he dared not show any displeasure, so he could only grit his teeth and continue begging: "Mr. Ye, please, give me one more chance!"

Ye Chen smiled: "You said you'd serve me with dog-and-horse labor—those are later matters. Speaking as if I were yours, right now I won't try to have both; I'll first choose one to secure the foundation, then through my own effort strive to achieve the other."

Hank still wanted to plead, but then he thought: Ye Chen's way of doing things is completely unaffected by others.

Begging him here is useless unless he's already made up his mind to let me go.

So the best course now is to quickly agree to Ye Chen's terms, quickly cash out that 1 billion USD, then let Ye Chen cure my pancreatic cancer—once that's solved, my lifespan will greatly increase, just as Ye Chen said, and the rest can be planned later.

So he immediately said respectfully: "Mr. Ye's teachings are understood—I grasp your meaning. You give me one day; by tomorrow night, I will definitely prepare the 1 billion USD in cryptocurrency and hand it over to Matt! I hope Mr. Ye will then cure my pancreatic cancer!"

Ye Chen nodded, praising: "Now that's the proper attitude for someone asking for help."

Hank said humbly: "It's all thanks to Mr. Ye's excellent guidance..."

Ye Chen said: "How about this—you go prepare. Once the funds are ready, tomorrow night at the same time and place, we'll meet here again, and I'll resolve your pancreatic issue."

Hank was overjoyed, blurting: "Thank you, Mr. Ye! Thank you, Mr. Ye!

He instructed Matt Finkelstein: "Matt, once Hank's funds are ready, notify me immediately."

"Yes, Mr. Ye!" Matt Finkelstein naturally responded with utmost respect, agreeing readily.

Hank nervously asked Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye, I have a question I don't know whether to ask or not."

Ye Chen calmly waved his hand: "Go ahead, don't be polite."

Hank nervously asked: "Then may I ask, Mr. Ye, will you be treating me or curing me tomorrow night?"

Hank was terrified Ye Chen would keep playing him.

If tomorrow night I also pay up, lower my head, admit my mistake, and Ye Chen says: I treated you but didn't cure you—then wouldn't I be played to death?

Seeing Hank's cautious expression, Ye Chen smiled faintly: "I was talking about ordinary hospitals just now. Here with me, there are only two steps: discovering the problem and solving it—no unsolvable problems. Rest assured, tomorrow night I will naturally let you completely free yourself from the torment of pancreatic cancer."

Saying that, Ye Chen smiled and reminded: "By the way, I advise you to arrange your private jet in advance—like the other day, after dinner you can head straight to the airport and fly back to the U. S. Also, I suggest you reconnect with the hospitals there as soon as possible; after you land, go get checked again right away, and then you'll know whether your pancreatic cancer has truly been cured."

Hank thought: Following Mr. Ye's words, tomorrow night I'll have to fly back to the U. S. again—this is really spending all day idle just flying around for fun.