Lucas Zhan's words were filled with helplessness and a hint of sadness. Asher Cheng's hand, which he stretched out to check his injury, paused in the air.
"Really?" He looked up at Lucas Zhan, "What's wrong with your father?"
Lucas Zhan lowered his head, and after a while he whispered, "There is a tumor in my stomach."
"In the stomach?" Asher Cheng asked out of habit, "Which part?"
"In... in..." Lucas Zhan began, pinching his brows, "In... in the stomach."
"In the stomach?" Asher Cheng looked at him. "How long has it been? Have you done any tests? Is it malignant?"
Logan Xiang felt like he was going crazy.
It was his habit to tell no truth, but telling a doctor that his father had a tumor was like digging a hole for himself, and he would have to fill it up himself after falling into it.
He didn't even know whether he would have a tumor in his stomach, but he just blurted out this sentence.
How big is the stomach? Is there enough space for a tumor to grow?
However, judging from Asher Cheng's reaction, it can grow. But as for how long it has taken, the tests, whether it is benign or malignant, he really doesn't know how to answer.
"It's been... a long time," he looked out the window, "evil, uh... very evil."
"Then..." Asher Cheng seemed to be planning to continue asking.
"Doctor Cheng, brother," Logan Xiang gritted his teeth, "I...my legs hurt."
"Your injury has been delayed for a long time," Asher Cheng finally turned his attention back to his leg, "I need to check it carefully to see if it has moved. How did you get hurt?"
"I was...kicked by a debt collector. I owe a lot of money. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to go out and do this," Logan Xiang said. "Is it okay to just put on a leg bandage or something?"
"We'll know after the examination results. I told you that it wasn't a minor fracture when you came that day, but you waited several days to come." Asher Cheng frowned and sat back at the table. He took the examination form and wrote down, "If the situation is not good, you will have to be hospitalized for surgery... Name, age."
"Lucas Zhan, 18...hospitalized?" Logan Xiang was stunned and shouted, "I can't be hospitalized!"
How could Uncle Harrison let him be hospitalized? If he was hospitalized, Uncle Harrison would probably ask someone to drag him out of the hospital. At the beginning, Owen’s legs were not even allowed to go to the hospital. They grew on their own.
That's why it grew crooked.
"Why can't you be hospitalized?" Asher Cheng handed him the medical checkup sheet. "Take it and pay for the checkup. Don't run away again."
"I can't be hospitalized," Logan Xiang frowned, with a sad expression, "I have to... take care of my dad."
"It's not certain whether you need to be hospitalized yet. I'll have to check the details later." Asher Cheng looked at him, "Is there anyone accompanying you?"
"No," Logan Xiang took the list and stood up, then jumped to the door of the clinic in two steps, "I'm already very familiar with it."
Watching Lucas Zhan's somewhat thin figure disappear from the door, Asher Cheng sighed.
He was actually a kid who was forced to come out and scam people to make money?
That somewhat pitiful tone and look, and the word "brother"... suddenly brought him into a long-lost state.
Asher Cheng pressed his forehead, and a patient walked in, so he withdrew his thoughts.
Lucas Zhan's injury was not too serious and he did not need surgery, but when Asher Cheng said that he still needed to be observed in the hospital for two days, he refused.
"Just wrap it around me," he said, sitting on a chair with his eyelids drooping, "I'll take care of it myself."
"If you really don't want to, that's fine, but be careful when you get home," Asher Cheng said as he fixed his leg, "Try to reduce movement, don't put weight on this leg, don't let it touch the ground, it's best to elevate it..."
"Hey!" Lucas Zhan suddenly interrupted him irritably, "I know, I know, just tell me to lie on the bed, I won't move."
The expression on his face instantly became exactly the same as when Asher Cheng saw him extorting someone on the street before. There was a hint of impatience in his expression that showed that he had been in the business for a long time.
"Do you think I'm just joking?" Asher Cheng withdrew his sympathy for him and continued to explain the precautions. "If I don't explain it to you clearly, you will go to work with the plaster cast on, and then come back to ask the doctor to check why my leg is crooked. Is this responsibility mine or yours?"
"I won't come again, don't worry," Lucas Zhan said with a sigh, "Do you think this is a beautiful place?"
"You can only say goodbye to this unpleasant place after you remove the plaster and check the fracture line," Asher Cheng glanced at him, "and the prerequisite is that your fracture heals well enough."
Asher Cheng didn't know whether Lucas Zhan's leg had healed well. If he remembered correctly, the day for removing the plaster had passed and he never came again.
The Chinese New Year is just two days away. The streets are filled with all kinds of red, as well as Lao Liu’s special Chinese New Year song which has been played non-stop for a hundred years and may not stop even after another hundred years.
I congratulate you on your fortune, I congratulate you on your brilliance, the best please come over, the bad please go away...
In order to avoid falling into an endless loop of the song, Asher Cheng quickly cleared the melody in his mind when he came out of the supermarket and silently sang the national anthem.
As a result, when I got back to the car and turned on the radio, I heard this song again, and it connected seamlessly with the last sentence when I left the supermarket.
Oh, too much gift is not a bad thing, I wish all the girls in the world to marry a good boy, and the two of them will be together forever...
Asher Cheng hummed along reflexively for a few lines and quickly changed the channel, but it was too late. The song was too familiar to him and it didn't make any sense to change it. Just listening to the beginning was enough to keep going forward without stopping.
While listening to the new song express, I can still sing Gong Xi Fa Cai in my mind.
He was going to visit his grandmother's house today, and in the car there were a bunch of things his mother had bought for him to deliver.
Almost every year they go to grandma's house to celebrate the New Year. The tug-of-war between mom's nutritious New Year's goods and grandma's foodie New Year's goods started last week and will continue until the end of the first month of the year.
He is the one who is in charge of purchasing and transportation.
Halfway through the journey, grandma called and asked him when he would arrive: "Have you had dinner? Do you want me to make you something else? Do you only eat beans every day?"
"Don't do it. I'm not eating beans today, I'm eating meat," Asher Cheng said with a smile, "I'll be there in a minute. I just came out of the supermarket."
After hanging up the phone with his grandma, Asher Cheng took off his headphones and threw them aside.
Just as he threw the headphones, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side of the road and was already in front of the car before he could see clearly.
Asher Cheng quickly stepped on the brake pedal and the car screamed before stopping about 20 centimeters away from the man.
"Look for cars before crossing the street! Why do they suddenly rush out?" Asher Cheng rolled down the car window and shouted, "What if they hit me?"
Seeing that the man seemed to be startled and subconsciously raised his arm to block, but was still standing, he breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to wait for the man to walk away before continuing to drive forward.
But an unexpected scene appeared without any warning.
The man suddenly fell to the ground a second later.
Asher Cheng was stunned for about three seconds before he reacted.
First of all, he knew that he definitely didn't bump into this person, so it was impossible that this person fell to the ground because of being hit. Then, based on his experience, if he was frightened and fainted, he would not be in this state. He would not be able to stick his head up while falling to the ground while covering his eyes with the light.
so...
In my lifetime!
I actually encountered a scam in my lifetime!
"Please continue." Asher Cheng said, and pressed the save button on the dash cam in front of the car, locking the previous records.
As soon as he finished speaking, the man sat up from the ground, shielding his face from the light from the car lights with his hands and looking into the cab: "Brother, that voice sounds familiar."
"You..." Asher Cheng glanced at his face and almost bit his tongue, "Lucas Zhan?"
Logan Xiang was unlucky today. He didn't get anything good after wandering around, and he even ran into his archenemy.
It’s not his mortal enemy, but Uncle Harrison’s.
According to Logan Xiang's standards, Uncle Harrison was not actually that successful. He was just one of the gangsters who had just gotten away from food and clothing. If he hadn't been caught or beaten to death in this life, he would have just stayed in a big valley, drinking tea, playing cards, collecting rent, and ordering his even more useless younger brothers around.
But even such a person will still have enemies. After all, whether you are doing well or not, you are still doing well.
People like Logan Xiang, who grew up with Uncle Harrison, are as familiar to their enemies as Uncle Harrison.
The New Year was coming soon and he was chased for three blocks by someone with a stick. He just got rid of the person two minutes ago and ran to the place where he had an appointment with Owen and Dajian, but these two did not arrive on time at 9 o'clock as agreed.
This is still on someone else's territory, and the pursuers will definitely not return empty-handed. In order to ensure his own safety before Owen and the others arrive, he plans to find a car to hit them, create some chaos, and make it inconvenient for the other party to take action.
But he really didn't expect to run into Asher Cheng's car just like that.
Logan Xiang got up from the ground and smiled at Asher Cheng, who looked surprised, a little embarrassedly: "Why is it you, Doctor Cheng?"
"Ah, it's me. Why are you giving me a 20% discount?" Asher Cheng got out of the car and looked him up and down. "Are you really a professional player?"
"I'm not doing this...for my dad..." Logan Xiang rubbed his nose and sneezed onto the ground.
"Does your father know about you?" Asher Cheng opened the back door and said, "Get in."
"How can he know about this? It's not embarrassing enough," Logan Xiang curled his lips. The word "embarrassing" was the truth. He felt that hitting someone's car was embarrassing. Although the things he usually did were not fundamentally different from this, lying on the ground and throwing a tantrum was too ugly. "Why should I get in the car?"
"I'll take you back," Asher Cheng said, "Aren't you cold?"
Logan Xiang glanced at him. This doctor was quite kind-hearted. Although it was impossible for him to accept sending him back, if nothing else, just hearing about Zhaojia Kiln was enough to make him pay.
But he still got into the car. At least it would guarantee his safety for the time being. He could just find an excuse to get out later.
He had just got into the car and hadn't even sat down when Asher Cheng slammed the door behind him, followed by another click and the car was locked.
"What are you doing?" Logan Xiang was stunned and asked while leaning against the car window.
"Guess." Asher Cheng leaned against the car door and slowly took out his cell phone from his pocket.
"Doctor Cheng, you..." Logan Xiang reacted quickly and immediately understood what Asher Cheng was going to do. He became anxious and banged on the car window and shouted, "Doctor Cheng! Brother! Brother Cheng! Brother Cheng! Uncle Cheng! What are you doing!"
"Do you think your dad will be happy to see you like this? You said you are 18 years old, right? You have hands and feet, you are not disabled or stupid..." Asher Cheng slowly pressed on the phone, raised his eyes and glanced at him, "You look quite smart..."
"Thank you, uncle... no, thank you, brother," Logan Xiang smiled flatteringly and continued to pat the car window, "Please let me go this time. If you call the police, I will be arrested. What will happen to my dad? No one will bring him food!"
"Let your mother take you there." Asher Cheng said.
"I don't have a mother!" Logan Xiang raised his voice and shouted.
Asher Cheng stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at him, and said nothing.
"I haven't seen my mother! I don't know where she went!" Logan Xiang shouted again, bit his lips hard twice, and lowered his voice, "I don't know... maybe she ran away."
Asher Cheng still didn't say anything, but he didn't continue to fiddle with his phone. He just stared at him silently.
"I'll tell you the truth, brother. I didn't come here specially today. I was chased by... my creditors. Four or five people chased me. If I didn't think about it, I would be beaten half to death..." Logan Xiang raised his head and glanced at the intersection. Suddenly, he jumped in the car, pointed at the right front corner, and shouted and banged on the car window, "It's them! See! It's them! They're chasing me!"
Asher Cheng frowned and looked in the direction he pointed. He actually saw four people standing at the intersection looking around. Two of them were holding something like a stick in their hands.
"I'm not lying to you," Logan Xiang slumped down on the back seat, "Brother, I'm really at my wits' end."
Just when he was about to speak again, his cell phone rang. Logan Xiang took it out and took a look. It was Owen.
"Don't come over here," he answered the phone immediately, "Don't come over here, just wait for me at Donglin Supermarket, I ran into Donkey Face... It's okay... I'll come to find you later."
Asher Cheng felt that Lucas Zhan was quite divisive. The tone of his previous speech and the tone he used when talking on the phone now were completely different. It was as if he had become a different person.
"Is your friend coming over?" he asked.
"We didn't let them come. If they come and can't escape in time, we'll be in trouble." Lucas Zhan was still lying on the back seat. "Brother, Doctor Cheng, I'll lie down for a while and then leave. I'll leave after they leave."
Asher Cheng pulled at his collar. The wind was blowing harder now. He opened the car door, got in, and started the car. "Where is Donglin Supermarket?"
"Just come over there, ten minutes away, on the south side of the road, the small rice dumplings there are especially delicious," Lucas Zhan sat up after the car started, "I'll treat you to some rice dumplings."
"No, save some energy," Asher Cheng looked at him in the rearview mirror, "Your leg has just had the plaster removed, so you can continue to move it up and down after running again."
Lucas Zhan chuckled twice and said nothing else.
Donglin Supermarket is really not big, squeezed in the middle of a bunch of shops. Asher Cheng passes by here every time he goes to visit his grandmother's family, and never notices that there is a small supermarket here.
Lucas Zhan got out of the car and bowed to him before closing the door: "Brother, thank you."
Asher Cheng said nothing else, just sighed and waved.
There were two people standing on the street outside the supermarket entrance. One of them saw Lucas Zhan get off the car and immediately limped over.
Lucas Zhan and his friends looked like bad boys, which was very common in the chaotic old city. Asher Cheng rarely looked at them straight in the eye.
He turned the car around and drove towards his grandmother's house. He turned up the music in the car.
Dad has always been worried about grandma living here alone, and wants to buy her a house in the central area, but the old lady refuses to move, saying that she has lived here all her life and will die if she moves.
Fortunately, my uncle lives in the building next door, so I can be looked after.
Asher Cheng parked his car downstairs of his grandmother's house, squeezed together with a bunch of large and small cars and three-wheeled batteries. The chaotic scene always made him feel that his car would be smashed when he went downstairs again.
As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the fragrance. Grandma was frying chicken legs. Although he had said before not to cook anymore, grandma still did it.
"Don't do it, I've already eaten." Asher Cheng put the pile of New Year's goods that his mother asked him to bring on the table.
"How can she not make it when her precious grandson comes over?" The old aunt leaned against the kitchen door and smiled, "Xiaoyu said he wanted to eat it these past two days, but he didn't fry it for him."
"That's right! I don't even have anything to eat! Grandma is so partial!" A little fat boy rushed out from the inner room.
As soon as Asher Cheng saw him, he immediately felt annoyed and turned around and hid in the kitchen.
Cheng Xuanyu is the uncle's grandson. It's winter vacation now and he stays here every day. He is already as fat as a pile of dirt in the second grade of primary school. Every day, there are only two things in his mind: eating and playing. Whenever Asher Cheng sees him, he wants to beat him up and he has to hide from him.
"Don't make too much," Asher Cheng looked at his grandmother frying chicken legs happily, "I ate a lot for dinner tonight, and I'm still hungry now."
"How can you be fed up with the famine meals your mother prepared for you?" Grandma said with a sigh, "You are really easy to feed."
"I made sweet and sour pork ribs today." Asher Cheng smiled.
"Isn't it unpalatable?" Grandma glanced at him.
"...Yes, it tastes very bad." Asher Cheng nodded.
"You didn't even put salt in this sweet and sour pork ribs, how can it be delicious? What the hell is five grams of salt a day... plus your cooking skills," Grandma shook her head, "I'll have chicken legs to replenish my energy later. I didn't put any salt in the chicken legs."
"It's marinated with half a bottle of soy sauce, that's not salt." Asher Cheng laughed for a long time.
"Are you going to eat or not?" Grandma glared at him.
"Eat, eat!" said Asher Cheng.
"I want some too!" Cheng Xuanyu rushed into the kitchen and slapped Asher Cheng on the leg, "Don't take it from me!"
Asher Cheng grabbed his hand, turned it over and took a look. One hand was covered in black, white and yellow. He was immediately upset and nauseated: "You're done!"
"What are you talking about, Boyan!" the old aunt said with some dissatisfaction.
"Go wash your hands!" Asher Cheng grabbed Cheng Xuanyu and pushed him to the edge of the sink.
"I don't want to wash!" Cheng Xuanyu struggled and shouted, trying to turn around and run away.
Asher Cheng grabbed his collar and refused to move. He twisted it for a long time but still kept on doing it. So he closed his eyes and started to howl: "I won't wash it, I won't wash it, I won't wash it, I won't wash it, I won't wash it..."
"Keep shouting." Asher Cheng picked him up and hung him by the waist over the pool. If his grandmother hadn't been next to the mound, Asher Cheng would have pushed him directly into the pool. Anyway, this house was decorated in an old style and Asher Cheng could have fit him in the pool.
"Hey, wash your hands! Are you looking for a beating?" The old aunt couldn't stand being yelled at by her grandson, so she came over to turn on the faucet, and started washing his hands, "It's not like you haven't been beaten by your uncle Boyan before! You don't remember it!"
"I never hit him." Asher Cheng walked aside and took a plate to put the chicken legs on.
"You've been scolding me a lot anyway," the old lady frowned, "Boyan, with your temper, how are you going to beat your own child in the future?"
Asher Cheng smiled but said nothing.
"He doesn't want children! Who said he wants children!" Grandma glared at the old aunt.
The old aunt pulled Cheng Xuanyu to the living room somewhat awkwardly.
"Do you have any plans for the New Year?" Grandma put the fried chicken legs on the plate.
"What arrangements?" Asher Cheng was stunned, and drank a glass of water from the thermos. "Duty?"
"Why are you the same as your dad? You always ask about the hospital. I'm asking about your plans for the New Year," Grandma looked at him, "You're almost 30. Even if it's... a boyfriend, you should bring one back, right?"
Asher Cheng choked on the water and said, "Why are you still worrying about this?"
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