Chapter 48

In addition to entertainment responsibilities, CY Entertainment also has to manage 3 plots of land that Duong Trung received from Park Donghai. The final conversion procedure has been completed. Construction can only begin after professional planning and design. In a little more than a year, it will become Yang Cheng's cash cow. That is also Yang Cheng's confidence when investing heavily without needing a penny. Finally, there is Forum Publishing Company, the company Yang Cheng sees as the spokesperson of the future. There are still many variables, especially David Ellison's little-revealed intentions that make Duong Trung choke.

It's not that if you fail there aren't alternatives. There are not 1,000 or 800 media companies in the United States. This cannot be said in the same way. The forum publishing company will likely be acquired by Yang Orange in the near future, regardless of the company's size or social impact. Strength and the ability to lead public opinion are both the best choice.

David Ellison probably knows this better than him.

Thinking of this, Duong Trung's thoughts gradually became clearer. Unlike the previous time, she knew exactly what she should do next.

. . . . . . Early the next morning, Duong Trung was awakened by a long whistle. She stood up with a sour face, casually found her pajamas and put them on, then walked barefoot to the main deck: "Hello Hansen, has Musashi left?"

Hansen is doing push-ups. Hearing Duong Trung's voice, he stood up, immediately greeted, and replied: "Hello boss, Musashi just left." Mr. Ellison asked me to say goodbye.

"What time is it?"

"Um…just after 6 o'clock."

"I left without saying hello after 6pm?" Duong Trung muttered softly, looking at the horizon dyed red by the morning sunlight passing through the window.

"Don't mind him, there are no strangers on the train, right?" » asked while tapping the central stair railing, looking at the messy dining table and clothes scattered on the carpet. "No, the models and guests all followed Musashi." Hansen replied simply and concisely.

Duong Trung held her hand and nodded: "Okay, let's go back to the trip. Go lie down for a while. After we land, we'll go to the medical center first."

"Yes sir."

Two hours later, as Los Angeles residents began their busy day, Yang Cheng walked around his old school in simple clothes like jeans and a T-shirt.

is really big If you look at the map, the entire campus looks like a small heart-shaped city. You can't end the day on two feet.

Stop, stop, touch the familiar maple forest, the familiar little squirrel, the familiar red flower, the familiar green grass, and the familiar brown bear sculpture. Every corner here is filled with pictures of him and Lin Qian, full of memories.

Occasionally there were students following in groups of two or three who pointed out Duong Trung's strange movements. Occasionally laughter reached Duong Trung's ears. He also laughed at himself. Without a degree, he would never know how wonderful his time in college was.

Luckily, the black and white couple Hansen and Andrew sat down and no one came to the door to insult them.

The three masters and servants had breakfast in the restaurant in the same language, always familiar. They then went straight to the medical center. Oh, now it should be called Ronald Reagan Medical Center. There are eight hospitals under its jurisdiction, such as the Sid Sinai Cardiovascular Research and Neuroscience Hospital, as well as the David Geffen Hospital, most of which are named after donors.

The medical center is located behind the School of Architecture, at the edge of the entire campus. Duong Trung told Han Sam to drive straight downstairs to the inpatient department. Yesterday, Sunny's aunt was taken to the medical center under the supervision of old man John. This morning, the head of the department and the oncologist came to consult, and Duong Trung was personally present at the hospital to show his importance. Don't think that the United States has no privileged classes or snobbery.

Take the elevator to the tumor area, nurses come and go and staff walk down the hallways with various equipment. The busy atmosphere made Duong Trung feel the breath of Z hospital. Leaving the room, Ly Tu Man's family carefully observed the situation in the observation room.

Seeing this, Duong Trung took a light step, pushed the door in, stood outside the crowd, did not disturb, and no one noticed Duong Trung's sudden appearance.

Ten minutes later, the hospital room door opened from the inside, and a group of three doctors wearing white coats and nurses came out.

"Amir, have you seen anyone come back?" Yang Cheng stepped forward when Li Xiuman's family realized there was a young man behind him. Isn't this sunny oppa? "Jason? Why did you come back?"

Yang Cheng's mixed-race old man named Amir is the medical center's CEO, Amer Dun Rubin, a charming old man of mixed-race Native American blood, who is also a big bull in cancer field.

When Yang Cheng was in school, I met Amir, who was still teaching at the medical school. The Yang family's charitable foundation has also sponsored Amir's academic research many times. Even when he ran for dean, the Duong family also helped him. .

Duong Trung did not explain much about Amir's surprise. Don't you see Ly Tu Man's family looking at him with so many eyes, waiting for the doctor to introduce his condition?

"Amir, it's time to reminisce about the past. The patient there has been arranged for me to greet old John. What do you want to say? Is there a way? » Duong Trung asked the Ly family not to face this problem.

Sunny also walked over to lean on Duong Trung, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Looking at my mind, I almost forgot. Since Jason introduced you, I had something to say frankly. I'm sorry, but the woman inside can't do anything. If it was submitted a year earlier, there may be a chance of recovery. What we can do now is prolong his life as long as possible. » Amir's words were like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into the hearts of everyone in the Li family.

Duong Trung turned his head to look at Ly Tu Man, full of sadness and speechless ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ The big man who can make noise in the Korean entertainment industry, right now can only look at his wife lying on the hospital bed and I can not do anything. Therefore, God is fair and money is not everything. "How long did it take to do that?" Seeing the Ly family sobbing, Duong Trung shook his head, put away complicated thoughts, and asked instead.

Amir pushed back his glasses, turned around and spoke in a low voice to the two experts, asking: "The hospital doctor first judged that this young lady only has half a year left, right?

Ly Tu Man took off his glasses, wiped his tears, and nodded sadly.

Amir looked at Ly Tu Man, then winked at Duong Trung and stopped speaking.

Duong Trung raised his hand and said: "Amir, I believe you, don't be afraid to say anything."

Sunny accidentally grabbed Duong Trung's arm.

Rubbing his curly hair helplessly, Amir smiled bitterly, pointing at the two experts and replied: "Actually, I do not agree with this method, but the two experts insisted on leaving the choice to my family. I... "

He shrugged and took a few steps back, leaned on the table, sighed, and didn't hesitate anymore: "Our cancer research center has cooperated with AbbVie to develop a new drug, which is currently still in the testing phase." clinical trials, supplemented by our Chemotherapy." With technology, patients have a recovery rate of about 10%.

Although it cannot be cured, the disease can prolong life for at least 3 years. Perhaps there will be a newer and more effective cancer treatment drug or the introduction of this technology in three years. But I must emphasize that the patient will have to endure 3 years of this treatment. A huge pain, a pain that normal people can hardly understand.

So I said plan. Now you have a choice. I have other patients. If you decide to let Jason come see me. "