I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2127 - 1365: Golden Throat (2)

Previously on I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping...

After completing an unconventional semen sample collection in a private room, Jiang Chen submitted the specimen to the hospital nurse while Shi Qianxi recovered from a sore throat caused by her enthusiastic participation. In the waiting area, she joined him masked and composed, offering to expedite the results but opting to wait together instead. Their conversation turned probing as she questioned his reasons for the test and his intimate habits with Li Shuru and others, leading to tense banter over boundaries and the discomfort from their earlier encounter, which she declined to have checked by a doctor.

Jiang Chen got to his feet quietly, headed over to the nurse's station for a cup, poured some warm water into it, and came back.

"Thanks."

Shi Qianxi accepted it, pulled off her mask, and took a few sips.

"Debt settled."

Shi Qianxi stopped for a moment and glanced over, "What was that?"

Jiang Chen stayed silent.

"No surprise you're a big-shot businessman; you really keep score. I did so much for you, and a single cup of water makes us even?"

He couldn't deny it—this woman had truly assisted him, even though he hadn't asked for it.

Yet, who in their right mind would act like that?

Jiang Chen gazed straight ahead without speaking, his thoughts racing wildly, sparking like a storm.

In mere moments, countless memories flooded back.

Scenes from the time he'd first encountered this woman replayed in his head like a rapid montage.

"You might skip ENT and head to psychiatry instead."

That's what he commented.

Oddly enough, the elegant heir of Jinhai next to him didn't snap back; she just fell quiet, leaving Jiang Chen puzzled about her thoughts right then.

Folks passed by and clustered, then scattered, resembling a quick reel.

"Give me the slip; I'll check on the results."

After a quiet stretch on the seat, Shi Qianxi piped up once she'd emptied her cup.

Jiang Chen stood up by himself, approached the printer holding the test slip to scan it—though it was early by minutes, the outcome had already appeared.

"Psst—"

Out came the printed test report.

Right as Jiang Chen reached for it, another hand grabbed it ahead, "Can you make sense of it?"

Shi Qianxi seemed more invested than the actual patient, as she dove right into examining the report before creasing her forehead sharply.

"Sss... this looks rough."

Her face stayed hidden, yet her tone brimmed with feeling, laced with a rough edge that hinted at heavy worry and gloom.

"Can you make sense of it?"

Jiang Chen echoed her words, taking back his report from her grip, and scanned it.

The sheet crammed with baffling numbers and stats.

Despite his stake in Xinghuo Medical Center, Jiang Chen wasn't trained in medicine; this stuff overwhelmed him, so he flipped straight to the report's end.

Normal morphology rate 6.0%

His eyes narrowed a bit, his stare locking in place.

6.0%

Not 60%

Such a chilling number.

"Why the daze?"

Shi Qianxi jolted him from his trance.

"I'll track down a doctor."

Jiang Chen moved toward the urology section, with Shi Qianxi trailing right behind.

"Tut, actually frightened?"

Typical guys.

On issues like this, brains don't help much.

Even with her throat acting up, Shi Qianxi kept chatting smoothly; she helpfully pointed out, "Check the details—the 6.0% has a note saying anything over 4.0% counts as fine. Consider it: each load has billions of those swimmers usually, so 6 million normal ones—is that truly a small count?"

Jiang Chen halted, then grabbed the report once more.

Truth be told.

She wasn't messing around this time.

Sure enough, a footnote confirmed rates above 4.0% fall within normal bounds.

"Lots of issues stem from panic alone."

Peering back into her eyes, they sparkled with amusement, but the teasing glee was gone; now they shone with genuine kindness.

A trick of the mind?

Jiang Chen kept quiet, determined to head back to urology for a deeper check.

Shi Qianxi hung back, lingering just outside.

Only minutes passed before a figure stepped out of the exam room.

Shi Qianxi held off on questions, merely lounging there and observing him casually.

"Keep today's stuff under wraps."

As Jiang Chen passed, he dropped those seven simple words.

Shi Qianxi rose and kept pace.

Hospitals are spots where you either avoid them altogether or lose track of hours without realizing.

"I'll hop in your ride."

Exiting the clinic building, Shi Qianxi declared.

Jiang Chen eyed her.

"Skip lunch; head to CX Entertainment."

His throat felt off, and anyway, hunger wasn't striking him.

Not like with Pei Yunxi, where eyes would've followed them.

"Think about it—if you were truly faulty, would they hang around?"

On the drive, Shi Qianxi ditched her mask and remarked, "Few women can handle never bearing kids, huh? Guess the skies haven't totally forsaken you."

"That's your idea of mercy?"

"Know how common infertility is these days? Every ten pairs, two face troubles."

"So that's your reason for showing up?"

Shi Qianxi clicked her fingers, "You sure jump to the darkest views of folks. Without me, would you have snagged those results today? Wouldn't the day have dragged on pointlessly?"

With that, she shot a look at the wheelman and eyed his lap, "Oh yeah, are you for real or faking ignorance? Isn't this a guy specialty? Plenty start honing it early."

"Mind your role."

Jiang Chen stressed.

"Anyone listening in?"

Clearly, Mr. Jiang lacked basic humanity.

Leaving out her position, she's female at least. What decent lady spouts such bold lines?

Frankly, among females Jiang Chen knew, just her and that Japanese royal matched in audacity.

"But watching you freeze up like an idiot, you come off as totally lost. If you're lost, why fret? Usually, troubles hit from overdoing it, right?"

Jiang Chen offered no response.

"I'm chatting at you. Everything checked out fine—why so quiet? Exam's over, normal verdict, what's the worry? Plus, real affection runs deep; even if barren for real, I bet Li Shuru wouldn't bolt on you."

Was he uneasy?

He just craved some silence.

"If barren, I wouldn't chain her down."

Giving up on peace, Jiang Chen stated plainly.

"Oh, so chivalrous. She's stuck by you forever, school days to real world—think she'd walk away?"

"You mentioned women can't take childlessness."

"I meant most, not every one."

Shi Qianxi fixed her gaze forward, settling her tone, "Me, for instance—it wouldn't faze me. To me, the bond between partners trumps all, kids included."

Once done, for some reason, she let out a faint sigh.

"What a shame."

"Shame about what?"

"Shame you're perfectly fine."

So direct.

Jiang Chen caught her hidden meaning at once; the blinker almost flipped to the wiper, "You're utterly mad."

Shi Qianxi shrugged it off, "Since we met, didn't you always see me that way? I'm the nutcase, you're the oddball—perfect pair, no?"

"How am I odd?"

Under normal circumstances, Jiang Chen wouldn't waste breath debating her, but here, he felt compelled to engage.

Director Shi's look shifted to pure innocence, almost angelic, reminiscent of her earlier squat in that space, glancing up now and then as she worked.

And she formed silent words, her slick, agile tongue peeking out.

Naturally.

Likely, what she meant for Boss Jiang to notice was her vocal area.

Like pressure on silent spots, the chauffeur went mute right away, not a peep.

"Spot a drugstore and stop when you do."

Shi Qianxi instructed, "Need to grab Golden Throat."

Utterly bold.

The chauffeur lacked the will or energy to push back, and after a short drive spotting one, he dutifully pulled over.

"You won't drive off, will you?"

As she exited, Shi Qianxi posed that, refusing to let him handle it.