Chapter 48 Back to Alma Mater

In addition to being in charge of entertainment, CY Entertainment also has to take care of the three lands obtained from Pu Donghai for Yang Cheng. The final change procedures have been completed, and the construction of these three lands can only be started after the planning and design of professionals. In the next year or so, she will become Yang Cheng's cash cow. This is also the confidence that Yang Cheng dares to invest heavily in the current situation where she has no money.

Finally, there is Forum Publishing Company, a company that Yang Cheng regards as the mouthpiece of the future. There are still many variables at present, especially David Ellison's faint intentions, which make Yang Cheng feel stuck in his throat.

It’s not that there are no alternatives if they fail. There are 800 media companies in the United States if they don’t have 1000. It’s not a one-size-fits-all. Forum Publishing Company is likely to be acquired by Yang Cheng in the near future, no matter in terms of company size or social impact Power and the ability to guide public opinion are the best choices.

David Ellison probably knows better than he does.

Thinking of this, Yang Cheng's thoughts gradually became clearer, and he was no longer a mess like before, and he knew exactly what he should do next.

. . . . . .

Early the next morning, Yang Cheng was awakened by the long sound of the siren. She got up with a sad face, found a pajamas and put it on, and came to the main deck barefoot, "Good morning Hansen, the Musashi has left?"

Hansen was doing push-ups, when he heard Yang Cheng's voice, he immediately jumped up and stood at attention to say hello, and replied, "Good morning boss, the Musashi just left, Mr. Ellison asked me to say goodbye to you."

"what time is it now?"

"Uh... just after 6 o'clock."

"Leave without saying hello after 6 o'clock?" Yang Cheng muttered softly, looking at the skyline dyed red by the rising sun through the porthole.

"Don't worry about him, there are no outsiders on board, right?" He slapped the handrail of the central staircase and asked, looking at the messy dining table and the pieces of clothes scattered on the carpet.

"No, the models and guests have all gone with the Musashi." Hansen replied bluntly.

Yang Cheng folded her hands and nodded, "Okay, let's return to the voyage too. I'll go up and lie down for a while. We'll go to the medical center first after landing."

"Yes sir."

Two hours later, when people in Los Angeles started their busy day, Yang Cheng walked around his alma mater in plain college student attire like jeans and a T-shirt.

It's really big. If you look at the map, the entire campus looks like a small heart-shaped town, and you can't finish it on two legs in a day.

This stop, that touch, the familiar maple forest, the familiar little squirrel, the familiar red flowers and green grass, the familiar brown bear sculpture, every corner here is covered with his and Lin Qian's footprints, full of memories.

Occasionally, college students passing by in twos and threes pointed at Yang Cheng's strange movements, and the laughter from time to time reached Yang Cheng's ears.

Fortunately, Hansen and Andrew, the black and white pair, were sitting in charge, and no one who was not open-eyed came to seek abuse.

The three masters and servants ate breakfast in the restaurant below the language building, which was still a familiar taste, and then drove straight to the medical center, oh, it should be called the Ronald Reagan Medical Center now, and it has 8 hospitals under its jurisdiction, such as focusing on The Sid Sinai Hospital for heart and neuroscience research, as well as the David Geffen Hospital, etc., are mostly named after the donors.

The medical center is located behind the School of Architecture, at the edge of the entire campus. Yang Cheng asked Hansen to drive directly to the downstairs of the inpatient department. Yesterday Sunny's aunt was admitted to the medical center under the arrangement of Old John. This morning, the dean and Oncology experts came for consultation, and Yang Cheng personally showed his importance to the hospital. Don't think that there is no privileged class and no snobbery in the United States.

Taking the elevator to the tumor ward, the nurses coming and going, and the staff pushing all kinds of equipment through the corridors, the busy atmosphere made Yang Cheng feel a bit of the atmosphere of a country Z hospital.

Come outside the ward,

Li Xiuman's family concentrated on observing the situation in the ward in the observation room.

Seeing this, Yang Cheng stepped lightly, pushed the door in, and stood on the periphery of the crowd without disturbing, and no one noticed Yang Cheng's sudden arrival.

Ten minutes later, the door of the ward was opened from the inside, and a group of three doctors in white coats came out accompanied by nurses.

"Amir, let's see who's back?" Yang Cheng stepped forward first, only then did Li Xiuman's family realize that there was a young man standing behind him at some point, wasn't it Sunny's oppa?

"Jason? Why are you back?"

The mixed-race old man called Amir by Yang Cheng is the executive director of the medical center, Amir Deng Lubin, a lovely old man of American-Indian mixed race, and personally a big cow in the field of cancer.

As early as when Yang Cheng was in school, he met Amir who was still teaching at the medical school. The Yang family’s charity fund also funded Amir’s academic research many times. Even when he was running for the dean, the Yang family also helped him .

Yang Cheng didn't explain much about Amir's surprise. Didn't Li Xiuman's family stare at him eagerly, waiting to hear the doctor's introduction to his condition?

"Amir, there is plenty of time to reminisce about the old days. I asked Old John to say hello to the patient inside and arranged for him to come in. How about it? Is there a way?" Yang Cheng asked a question that the Li family was afraid to face.

Sunny also came over and leaned against Yang Cheng, her talking eyes were full of gratitude.

"Look at my brain, I almost forgot, since you guys were introduced by Jason, I'm going to say something straight, I'm sorry, I can't do anything about the lady inside, if I send it a year earlier, maybe there is still a chance of recovery, What we can do now is to prolong her life as much as possible." Amir's words were like a sharp dagger, piercing the hearts of everyone in the Li family.

Yang Cheng turned his head and looked at Li Xiuman, who was full of sadness and speechless. The big man who can call the wind and rain in the Korean entertainment industry can only watch his wife lying on the hospital bed helplessly at this time, so God is fair. Money is not everything.

"How long?" Seeing the crying Li family, Yang Cheng shook her head, waved away her complicated thoughts, and asked instead.

Amir pushed his glasses, turned around and discussed with the two experts in a low voice for a while and asked, "The doctor at the hospital before should have judged that this lady only has half a year left at most?"

Li Xiuman took off his glasses and wiped away his tears, then nodded sadly.

Amir looked at Li Xiuman, then looked at Yang Cheng with flickering eyes, hesitant to speak.

Yang Cheng raised her hand, "Amir, I believe in you, just say what you have to say."

Sunny involuntarily took Yang Cheng's arm.

Rubbing his curly hair helplessly, Amir pointed to the two experts with a wry smile and responded, "Actually, I don't agree with this method, but the two experts insist on leaving the choice to the family members. I... "

He took a few steps back with his arms around his shoulders, leaned on the table, sighed, and no longer hesitated, "Our cancer research center has cooperated with AbbVie to develop a new type of drug, which is still in the clinical trial stage. With our chemotherapy technology, patients have a recovery rate of about 10%.

Even if it cannot be cured, it can prolong life for at least 3 years. It may not be certain that a newer and more effective tumor drug or technology will be born in 3 years, but I must emphasize that the patient will bear the burden of these 3 years of treatment. It is a very great pain, which is incomprehensible to normal people.

So, I said the plan, now the choice is up to you, I have other patients, if there is a decision, let Jason come to me. "