I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2124 - 1364: I’ll Help You

Sunlight streamed through the window panes, casting a warm glow over the expansive bed.

As Jiang Chen awoke, the spot next to him lay vacant, with only a faint scent remaining.

Gazing up at the ceiling, memories of Pei Yunxi's warnings from the previous day flooded his mind.

"Wow!"

He bolted upright abruptly, his face freezing in realization—as though a sudden truth had dawned on him.

True enough, no exaggeration intended.

Beyond anyone else, his time with Li Shuru had stretched on for a while now. Aside from that mix-up right before graduation, it felt like... hardly anything substantial had occurred between them.

Was there genuinely an issue with his body?

Jiang Chen's eyelids started twitching on their own.

In truth, as those in the medical field understand, plenty of ailments stem from sheer worry, manifesting from fear alone; when ignorance prevails, all seems well, yet the moment doubt creeps in about one's health, anxiety mounts, sleep evades, hunger fades, and even robust vitality can begin to fade.

Numerous cancer sufferers brim with vigor before diagnosis, but upon learning the news, their forms weaken rapidly, occasionally leading to swift ends.

Even Boss Jiang, for all his stature, remained mortal, so grasping Pei Yunxi's true motive stirred a touch of concern within him.

Enough with the idle talk.

He wasn't among those choosing the DINK lifestyle.

While kids weren't on his immediate agenda, like any ordinary man, the prospect of no heirs was unacceptable.

A trip to the hospital appeared unavoidable.

That aside, despite "enduring trials" alongside Li Shuru since their university years, their actual moments "in closeness" had been scarce. Soon after solidifying their bond, graduation pulled him from East University, and encounters since had been rare.

From a physics standpoint, certain matters demand viewing not absolute duration but relational timing.

Perhaps biology offers an even apt comparison.

Naturally, no amount of Boss Jiang's usual optimism could brush off such concerns lightly; he rose swiftly from the sheets and began his morning routine.

"Bro, breakfast's in the kitchen—warm it up on your own."

The last to stir, he found the home bustling with activity before him.

"Where'd everyone go?"

Martial Saint fiddled with an iPad by himself.

"Sister Shuru headed to the office, and Sister Liuli's out for her workout."

Compared to the other women in his circle, Li Shuru stood out as the most "delicate," yet her self-reliance shone through.

Unlike peers who might pine after brief partings, showering him with tender attachments or savoring lazy mornings in his arms, she never made rising such a battle.

Jiang Chen made his way to the kitchen.

Now, the edge from yesterday sharpened his awareness.

No matter the flavor, prepared meals beat cooking from scratch, didn't they?

He wolfed down a quick breakfast, moving with purpose. Passing by Martial Saint, he halted briefly.

"Skipping school today?"

"Month-long break."

Martial Saint kept his gaze down; the iPad screen showed no games, just stock charts.

Though rushed, Jiang Chen paused a beat longer.

"Stock trading?"

At last, Martial Saint glanced up. "Got any cash for that?"

"So what's this then?"

"Simulated trades."

"..."

A short hush followed before Jiang Chen inquired, "Homework from class?"

"Yep, school's project. Need to hit 300% gains."

"Bro, Bai Zheli's a genius—every pick he suggested shot up."

"Bai Zheli?"

"Uh-huh, Sister Shuru brought us to his firm. Bro, starting a thriving business in school like that? No surprise my sister's head over heels for you."

"..."

This youngster.

Growing bolder by the day in his words.

No time for banter, Jiang Chen said, "Gotta step out briefly."

"To where?"

Martial Saint appeared eager to tag along, but Jiang Chen shut down that idea fast; before the question fully landed, he was already striding to the exit, vanishing through the doorway in moments.

Without companions or alerts to others, Boss Jiang opted for a discreet drive to the closest elite medical center. Exiting the vehicle, he even donned a mask.

Not one from Fang Qing's stock, since this was a single-use type.

Indeed.

Better safe than sorry.

With flu cases rampant across the country right now, hospitals served as hotbeds for contagion, especially risky spots.

No backdoor entries or name-dropping required; fanfare wasn't needed for a routine exam. No dean greeting or spectacle—Boss Jiang preferred keeping things low-key.

He registered discreetly via app for the andrology section and joined the line outside like everyone else.

Admittedly, even amid economic slumps, medical facilities buzzed with crowds. The andrology waiting room alone had more than a dozen ahead of Boss Jiang.

At this pace, an hour's wait loomed at minimum; still, Boss Jiang claimed a seat in the lounge area, content to abide without pulling strings.

Right.

Xinghuo's expansion lagged a bit.

They hadn't rooted in East Sea properly yet.

Time for the upcoming Xinghuo venture to prioritize East Sea.

Boss Jiang settled into the seat, mask concealing his features, thoughts wandering as he leaned back with eyes shut.

Unsure how much time passed, his number hadn't sounded when his cell buzzed first.

Jiang Chen's eyes snapped open, checking the overhead display—still a few ahead—before pulling out the device.

Shi Qianxi calling.

"Head over to CX Entertainment—got something for you."

This all-seeing diva, always one step ahead, huh?