I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2139 - 1372: Happy Lunar New Year’s Eve! (2)

"Don't just stick to rice, eat some veggies too. You're still in your growing phase."

Though the scare proved unfounded, Jiang Chen had come to fully appreciate the value of staying healthy.

"Here, try this black chicken."

Towards Martial Saint, Jiang Chen harbored no hidden intentions, viewing him just like a sibling, urging him to hand over the bowl so he could scoop some chicken from the stew.

Genuine emotions shine through in these little moments.

Martial Saint's eyes quivered, overwhelmed with emotion, barely holding back the tears.

The other guy's condition was already so poor, maybe even barren, but he still showed concern for him.

"That's plenty, Brother Jiang Chen; you eat it yourself."

"No way I can polish off this huge pot alone."

Jiang Chen remained oblivious to his secret being out, warmly insisting, "Come on, pass me the bowl; everyone should sample it, no point letting good soup go to waste."

Martial Saint bowed his head, devouring the food, swiftly emptying his bowl before setting down the utensils.

"Brother Jiang Chen, Sister Yunxi, Sister Liuli, I'm stuffed; enjoy the rest."

"That's all you're having?"

Martial Saint stayed quiet, abruptly rising from the table, dashing up the stairs to his room, slamming the door shut with a thud, then slumping against it, drawing heavy breaths to steady his racing heart.

It's not some fatal disease.

Medical tech is incredibly advanced these days.

He gnawed his lower lip, pulled out his cell, and punched in a number.

"Sis."

His tone sounded drained, heavy, exhausted, far from the vibe of someone fresh off a meal.

"What's going on?"

No surprise he's bonding with outsiders; just hear his big sister's response—that's the gap.

Martial Saint's mouth twitched, words caught in his throat; he wasn't the type to whine about issues, yet this was grave, and he couldn't bottle it up.

"Know any solid urologist?"

Those words dropped, and the line fell quiet, only after a pause did she echo, "Urologist?"

"Yeah."

"You ill?"

"Nah, it's Brother Jiang Chen."

"Sis, you've gotta assist him."

"..."

Quiet stretched on the line once more.

"Sis?"

"What's his problem?"

Martial Saint wavered, wrestled inwardly, deeply conflicted, but recalling the forced grin at the table, he steeled his resolve.

He couldn't conceal the condition and skip care.

Issues demand prompt treatment.

Otherwise, they'll worsen.

"Brother Jiang Chen... he's infertile."

A bolt from the blue shattered the calm.

Lan Peizhi didn't hold back this time, her pitch spiking sharply.

"Say that again?"

"Brother Jiang Chen got tested; stuff like this can get fixed, yeah?"

"He shared it with you?"

"Nope, why would he; I spied the report on the sly, snapped a pic even."

"Shoot it over."

Lan Peizhi tacked on.

"Right now."

Boss Jiang had zero clue about the storm his casual act stirred, blissfully chowing down on meat and broth.

"You really that free?"

With Martial Saint gone, Pei Yunxi felt at ease to probe, having gauged Daoist Duanmu's nature somewhat; smarts-wise, she lagged behind that kid; while the boy was sly and sharp, this woman who left her in awe boasted not just her otherworldly allure and looks, but a crystal-clear, untainted spirit.

Jiang Chen grasped her implication instantly, "Spot on, routine exams are key; did you get a complete scan during your hospital trip for that cold?"

Pei Yunxi set her chopsticks aside.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"No offense, just a heads-up; better to catch and fix any trouble early on."

His kindness was genuine.

Pei Yunxi's fingers tightened around the chopsticks, a faint flush creeping over her fair skin.

"Feeling off?"

Out of nowhere, the overlooked figure, Daoist Sister Liuli, piped up.

Jiang Chen blinked in surprise, eyeing the suddenly animated Daoist Sister, coughing lightly, ready to cut in, but then caught her words.

"Yeah, not great."

He swiveled back, facing the woman who also appeared unsettled, a mix of amusement and exasperation washing over him.

Can't handle a light tease.

He'd gone for an unneeded exam, racking up a huge debt to Shi Qianxi's aunt because of it, sinking deeper into complications, all without a peep.

Jiang Chen shook his head, poised to suggest resuming the meal, but to his shock, Daoist Liuli dropped her chopsticks.

"I can check it out."

"..."

"..."

Check what exactly?

You a doc?

And Pei Yunxi's issue wasn't bodily; it was in her head.

Forget Jiang Chen, even Pei Yunxi was caught off guard, quietly observing Daoist Liuli, a touch bewildered.

Daoist Duanmu's compassion ran deep, rising promptly and approaching Pei Yunxi.

"Hand it over."

"..."

"..."

After a brief hush, beneath Jiang Chen's watchful eyes, unable to brush off the goodwill, Goddess Pei extended her flawless, jade-like hand.

Daoist Liuli grasped her wrist, placing index and middle fingers on the pulse point.

Ah, gotcha!

This was the classic Chinese medicine approach of looking, listening, asking, right?

Exactly.

Daoist Duanmu was a real Taoist, and Taoists excel in fields like feng shui, star-reading, land lore, combat skills, and healing arts.

Jiang Chen observed with keen, intrigued interest.

What was this?

Looks like I've uncovered another talent in Daoist Sister.

"Show me your tongue."

Daoist Liuli released her grip.

Pei Yunxi complied without thinking, her mind likely blank.

"You're in top shape."

"..."

"..."

Strangely, Daoist Liuli's verdict brought a subtle ease to Pei Yunxi.

True enough.

If even a figure like Boss Jiang had worries, why wouldn't she?

But a mere pulse check and glance yielding results just like that?

So my hospital run yesterday was pointless?

Jiang Chen sensed a twinge of regret, yet he'd never doubt a soul like Daoist Liuli.

Don't judge everything through a mundane lens; plenty in life defies scientific explanation.

Healthcare pros know it well—even clinics nod to the supernatural.

Plus, the look-listen-ask method is a timeless gem of Shen Zhou's heritage, though folks today have mostly forgotten their forebears' wisdom.

"Okay, back to eating."

Jiang Chen grinned, acting as if all was normal.

Having assessed Pei Yunxi, Daoist Liuli turned her gaze to him.

Jiang Chen quickly clarified, "I already got a full hospital scan."

Pei Yunxi offered a smile, retrieving her chopsticks.

Perfect timing.

"Ding," a text alert chimed.

Jiang Chen fished out his phone.

Noting this, Daoist Liuli backed off, quietly resuming her spot.

He pulled out his device; it was a note from Lan Peizhi.

The content was straightforward: a scrunched medical report image.

Jiang Chen's pulse raced, face stiffening, before he abruptly glanced at Pei Yunxi.

No, that didn't add up.

Pei Yunxi and Lan Peizhi shouldn't cross paths.

But how'd Lan Peizhi snag this report?

A lump formed in Jiang Chen's throat; though Lan Peizhi had merely forwarded a snapshot, embarrassment hit him hard this round.

"What happened to the item I handed you before?"

Jiang Chen queried Pei Yunxi.

The "sisters" Li Shuru and Shi Qianxi could be sidelined, but if Pei Yunxi was in cahoots with Lan Peizhi too, then...

Jiang Chen felt the room's tension spike without cause.

"Misplaced it."

Pei Yunxi kept her eyes down.

"Where'd you drop it?"

Pei Yunxi appeared puzzled, at last meeting his gaze.

His face twisted like he was backed up.

She paused briefly.

"In the bin."

Jiang Chen shot to his feet, strode to the lounge, surveyed the space, spotted the trash bin, hurried there, knelt down, and effortlessly retrieved his medical report.

No need to match it; in a flash, the pieces clicked.

"Ding."

Another alert buzzed.

This one was words.

Merely four.

[Mind your health]

Lan Peizhi wouldn't botch something so simple; the 6.0% figure seemed alarming, but she'd no doubt noted the standard range below.

Jiang Chen gripped his report, veins pulsing at his temples, staring up the staircase.

"Martial Saint!"