Chapter 3: Li Mengting
After leaving the hotel, Han Yu sat down on a bench by the flowerbed, his head drooping.
His eyes were vacant as he stared into the night sky, his mind muddled like a lump of paste.
He had ended up in bed with Miss Lin in a confused blur...
And he still owed his girlfriend two hundred thousand yuan for the down payment on their house...
As he thought about it, Han Yu felt his head was about to explode. He collapsed from the chair with a thud, his face immediately turning as pale as paper.
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The next morning arrived.
In the neurosurgery outpatient clinic of Jinling First Hospital.
"Terminal brain cancer? How is that possible?"
Holding the diagnosis, an agitated Han Yu said, "Doctor, could you have made a mistake?"
"This is the CT scan; how could there be a mistake?"
The outpatient doctor took out the photograph, pointing at a dark mass in the brainstem, "See this? This is the tumor in your head, about two centimeters in length."
"With my years of experience, a tumor this size, 99.9% of the time is brain cancer!"
Hearing the doctor's words, Han Yu's lips quivered slightly, "Doctor, is there no hope for me?"
The doctor sighed, "You're in the late stage of brain cancer, there's no cure!"
After a long silence, Han Yu finally accepted reality. He lifted his head to look at the doctor, "How much time do I have left?"
"At most two months, maybe just two to three weeks." the doctor replied, shaking his head.
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In the hospital lobby, Han Yu walked like a zombie.
His eyes were bleak, devoid of any light.
"Brain cancer! It's actually brain cancer!"
Han Yu clenched his fists, his face filled with bitterness and unwillingness.
He finally understood why his recent tasks had failed, why he often suffered from severe headaches while delivering food. All of it was because of the tumor in his head!
At that moment, a fat man in an Armani coat and a flashy gold necklace walked into the lobby, his arm around a pretty young woman.
The fat man's hand wasn't idle, wandering over the woman's body since they had entered.
The woman, instead of resisting, actually seemed to enjoy it. In a coquettish voice, she said, "Mr. Guo, you're so naughty. Weren't you tired from last night..."
The fat man reveled in the woman's attitude, chuckling, "Mengting, shall we make another trip to the hotel later?"
With flushed cheeks, the woman playfully slapped the fat man's chest, "Stop it... It's still morning."
At this time, Han Yu was passing by with his medical record and test reports in hand.
When he heard that familiar "Stop it," he instinctively looked up, and instantly witnessed the horrifying scene!
There in his sight, his fiancée, Li Mengting, was half-lying in the arms of a fat man, looking up at him with a flirtatious gaze he had never seen before.
The fat man was decked out in designer brands, holding a Ferragamo bag worth tens of thousands, and had a string of BMW keys hanging from his waist, clearly a wealthy man.
"Li! Meng! Ting!"
Han Yu nearly gnashed his teeth as he called out each syllable.
"Ah!"
Li Mengting jumped out of the fat man's embrace as if she had stepped on a mouse. When she saw it was her boyfriend Han Yu, her face went from shock to coldness quickly.
"Han Yu, since you've seen it, I won't bother hiding it anymore."
She crossed her arms and said with arrogance, "Guo Zhenwei, Guo's Building Materials Market in South City belongs to his family, with assets over a billion!"
"We're together now!"
Her prideful demeanor and boastful tone made Han Yu's heart ache.
"Is this the poor delivery guy you mentioned, who used to be a soldier?"
Fat man Guo Zhenwei scrutinized Han Yu without any inhibition, "You look like you're not worth a penny over two hundred, truly a loser!"
"Someone like you pursuing Mengting? What a joke!"
Slap slap slap!
He stepped forward, slapping Han Yu's cheeks while laughing wildly, "A loser like you doesn't deserve love, get it?"
"Hahaha!"
Seeing his girlfriend of three years now indifferent, Han Yu's heart felt bitterly cold.
She didn't even ask why he was in the hospital, what illness he had...
At this moment, Han Yu's heart was as dead as ashes, he even felt a bit relieved.
He had felt guilty about what had happened the night before with Li Mengting, but now all that guilt dissipated.
"Li Mengting, breaking up is fine!"
Han Yu looked up at the woman, his tone indifferent, "But you have to pay me back for the house money!"
"Pay you back? What a joke!"
Li Mengting snorted coldly, "That money is for my emotional distress!"
"It has nothing to do with you!"
Han Yu knew Li Mengting was difficult to deal with, so he decided to step back, "Li Mengting, you can keep my three hundred thousand retirement money, but the other two hundred thousand came from my stepmother slaving away selling steamed buns! She saved it with hard work!"
"Give me back the two hundred thousand, and I won't make it difficult for you!"
Seeing Han Yu threaten his girlfriend, the fat man got angry. He stepped in front of Han Yu, forehead to forehead, and shouted, "How dare you threaten Tingting? Tell me, how are you going to make it difficult for her?"
"You think you're something just because you were a soldier for a few years?"
"Let me tell you, Han Yu, you're nothing but a stinking delivery guy, and if I want, I can wipe you out in a minute!"
"You dare to ask my woman for money, you bastard..."
Just as he was about to raise his hand for a harsh lesson, Han Yu swiftly bent the man's fingers back and followed with a resounding slap to his face.
Smack!
A crisp and pleasant slap rang out.
The fat man was knocked to the ground by Han Yu, and before he could recover, another knee sent him sprawling.
Although Han Yu was afflicted with brain cancer and his body functions had severely deteriorated, he was once a top soldier.
A lion, even in sickness and old age, is still the king of the jungle, not to be trifled with by a hyena!
Han Yu kicked the fat man aside, then turned his icy gaze to Li Mengting, "Two hundred thousand. I'll come to your place to get it at seven this evening!"
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