Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1150 - 1125: Medical Consultation

"Auntie, Ziwei requires some peaceful rest, so let us depart without disturbing her," Ye Chen urged swiftly.

"Alright, Ye Chen," Mrs. Zhao responded, glancing at her daughter before adding, "Ziwei, take good care and rest. Mom's heading home now and will return to visit you soon."

"Ye Chen, could you kindly escort my mother back home?" Zhao Ziwei requested, her eyes fixed on Ye Chen.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to handle this perfectly," Ye Chen assured her, grinning.

With those words, he assisted Mrs. Zhao in exiting the hospital room.

The moment they stepped out, Mrs. Zhao gripped her abdomen, her face twisted in agony.

"Auntie, you need a proper examination—I can't relax watching you suffer like this," Ye Chen insisted.

"It's unnecessary; a bit of rest at home will sort me out," Mrs. Zhao dismissed, shaking her head in refusal.

Deep down, she knew her illness all too well but refused to confront the truth.

With no other option, Ye Chen escorted Mrs. Zhao from the hospital toward the parking area.

Right then, Mrs. Zhao abruptly crumpled to the ground.

Ye Chen rushed forward in haste, lifted Mrs. Zhao into the vehicle, and sped off to his own private medical facility.

He was fully aware that Mrs. Zhao's treatment couldn't happen at Zhao Ziwei's hospital, or she might discover everything.

"Auntie, trust me this once and agree to the check-up," Ye Chen pleaded as he drove.

Faced with Ye Chen's determination, Mrs. Zhao finally yielded.

Ye Chen pulled up at Ren’ai Hospital's front entrance and proceeded indoors.

Even though the hospital was his property, Ye Chen preferred not to alert the doctors; he aimed simply to proceed through standard protocols for Mrs. Zhao's exam.

Spotting Ye Chen's arrival, the entrance staff bowed respectfully and inquired, "Mr. Ye, welcome! How may we help you today?"

"I've got it covered myself, no assistance required," Ye Chen replied, dismissing them with a wave.

Once Ye Chen departed, the staff dashed urgently to the dean's office.

Noon had arrived, and Dean Chen was dozing off in his bed.

The sharp "knock, knock" at the door irritated Dean Chen, who wondered irritably who dared interrupt his midday slumber.

Swinging the door open, Dean Chen snapped impatiently, "Little Chen, what's the rush? Why all the panic?"

"Dean Chen, Mr. Ye has arrived," Chen Yong gasped out breathlessly.

"Mr. Ye who? Calm down and explain," Dean Chen urged, his voice easing slightly.

"Mr. Ye Chen himself."

Chen Yong's revelation truly shocked Dean Chen.

He swiftly straightened up the office and commanded Chen Yong, "Hurry, lead me to him now!"

Dean Chen trailed Chen Yong briskly across the hospital corridors, scanning anxiously for any sign of Ye Chen.

"Little Chen, where's Mr. Ye?" Dean Chen demanded.

"I spotted him moments ago right here, but he's vanished now."

Just then, Ye Chen approached from afar; he'd only stepped away briefly to handle Mrs. Zhao's registration.

Despite being a private facility, Ren’ai Hospital buzzed with patients lining up for care.

After all, only the affluent or elite frequented such places, proving just how numerous the wealthy truly were.

Before Ye Chen drew near, Dean Chen rushed forward eagerly, declaring, "Mr. Ye, a quick call ahead would've let me greet you properly at the door!"

"No trouble needed—I'm only here for a routine check-up, Dean Chen," Ye Chen answered courteously.

Upon hearing that, Dean Chen eyed Ye Chen and offered, "Mr. Ye, what ails you? Allow me to escort you straight to our top expert, bypassing all queues."

"Impossible—the hospital's protocols must stand, and I won't violate them," Ye Chen stated firmly.

"Mr. Ye, no need for such formality; this whole place is under your ownership—what's a small favor like this?" Dean Chen pressed earnestly.

Overwhelmed by Dean Chen's deference, Ye Chen relented and accepted the offer.

"Fine, we'll proceed your way," Ye Chen agreed with a warm smile.

"Mr. Ye, which issue troubles you? I'll guide you to the right section," Dean Chen beamed.

"Not me—hold on a second."

Ye Chen uttered while heading to the lady seated nearby.

Observing, Dean Chen accompanied him and courteously addressed Mrs. Zhao, "What's troubling you?"

Mrs. Zhao clutched her belly in severe pain, unable to utter a word.

The sight of this older gentleman approaching her caught her off guard, leaving her clueless about his identity or reason for engaging her.

"Ye Chen, who might this gentleman be?" Mrs. Zhao whispered.

"Auntie, he's Dean Chen, the head of this hospital," Ye Chen clarified smilingly.

Mrs. Zhao's frame shook faintly upon hearing Dean Chen's title.

Word had reached her from others that Ren’ai Hospital served only the affluent elite seeking care.

When Ye Chen first escorted her here, reluctance filled her heart, chiefly because the exorbitant fees were beyond her means.

Ye Chen showed great kindness toward her and her daughter, yet she balked at letting him dip into his own pockets.

"Hello, Dean Chen," Mrs. Zhao said in greeting.

Dean Chen nodded before inquiring, "What’s troubling you?"

"Dean Chen, here's the situation: my stomach's been aching often lately. I figured it was merely an old issue not worth a doctor's visit, but Ye Chen wouldn't hear of it and dragged me here anyway," Mrs. Zhao explained in a rush.

"Mr. Ye made the wise choice; seeking care without delay is crucial whenever illness strikes," Dean Chen replied with a warm smile.

Dean Chen personally guided Ye Chen and Mrs. Zhao into the specialist's office, prompting the doctor to handle everything with utmost diligence upon noticing the Dean's direct involvement.

Every step of the examination proved meticulous, sticking to vital tests while skipping any superfluous ones.

Dean Chen hurried about nonstop, offering aid from the initial checkup right through to the final verdict.

Ye Chen pressed him multiple times to head back, yet Dean Chen stood firm, declaring that with Mr. Ye delivering a patient, his presence was required throughout.

Lacking other options, Ye Chen permitted Dean Chen to stick around.

Following the completion of all tests, stomach cancer emerged as the tentative diagnosis, which Ye Chen wisely withheld from Mrs. Zhao.

He realized the devastating impact it would have if Mrs. Zhao learned the truth.

"Mr. Ye, Ms. Zhao's preliminary diagnosis points to stomach cancer, though tomorrow's results will provide confirmation," Director Zhou said with a heavy sigh.

"What treatment will be required?" Ye Chen pressed, his voice laced with urgency.

All those gathered knew well that cancer posed a formidable challenge, with no miracle cure available.

"Surgical removal of part of the stomach is essential, followed by evaluation of further post-surgery options," Director Zhou stated openly.

"Got it, I understand," Ye Chen replied with a nod.

Dean Chen, who stood nearby, released a deep sigh upon absorbing the news.

"Mr. Ye, take time to confer with your people. Should surgery proceed, it must happen without delay," Dean Chen urged.

This choice lay beyond Ye Chen's authority, as it directly affected Mrs. Zhao and her daughter.

Ultimately, the Zhao family alone could decide; Ye Chen served only as their supporter.