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The reason he knew all this so clearly was because Guyu Biological, a star company under Smile Holding, was the manufacturer of "Kaintai" injection—the most effective of the five CAR-T drugs currently approved on the domestic market, with the most impressive clinical data.

Just a few days ago, when Rongliu Capital made a strategic investment in Guyu Biological, he’d listened to Shen Yuyan give a detailed report on the latest Phase III clinical data of Kaintai.

He could feel Zhang Yan’s slight trembling in his palm.

Tang Song took a deep breath, turned to look in Zhou Hui’s direction, and introduced himself, "Hello, Auntie, I’m Zhang Yan’s friend, Tang Song."

Zhou Hui froze for a moment, then, instinctively flustered, nodded and said, "Hello, hello."

"Auntie, please don’t worry." Tang Song said gently, "This illness can be treated. Medicine is very advanced now. The most important thing for you is to stay calm and cooperate with the doctors."

As he spoke, he lowered his head again and gave Zhang Yan’s hand a firm squeeze, comforting her, "Don’t be afraid. I’ve looked into it. For this type of lymphoma, there’s a cell therapy called CAR-T now, and the cure rate is very high."

Coming back to her senses, Chen Yao couldn’t help saying, "CAR-T therapy costs at least 1.5 million. We should first get her admitted and do targeted therapy. That’s more realistic."

Because of Tang Song’s presence, her tone had softened a lot.

But her main purpose was still to get things settled quickly and make Zhang Yan shoulder the responsibility.

Zhang Yan pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "I-I’ll go handle the admission procedures right now."

Even though she still felt embarrassed and inferior deep down, in this most helpless moment, his appearance gave her something to lean on.

Since she was little, she had always (add her inner thoughts here)

"Wait a second, I’ll make a call." Tang Song gently tugged her hand.

He took out his phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Hello, Zhao Fei."

"Help me check immediately which hospital in Yang City is the most authoritative in treating lymphoma."

On the other end, an answer seemed to come very quickly.

"Zhongshan University Cancer Center? Okay, we’ll go with that one."

Tang Song turned his head slightly, his gaze gentle as he looked at Zhou Hui, and asked, "Auntie, could you tell me your full name?"

"...Zhou Hui."

Speaking into the phone again, Tang Song said, "Help me reserve a single VIP room at Zhongshan University Cancer Center. The patient’s name is Zhou Hui. Also, I need an emergency consultation by an in-house multidisciplinary team of hematologic oncology experts."

"Yes, do it right away! I’m taking them over now."

Listening to his side of the conversation, everyone around them was startled, staring at him in shock as if what they were seeing was absurd.

"VIP room," "expert team," "emergency consultation"...

Any one of those was something they didn’t even dare to dream of—a special privilege that belonged only to "big shots."

The key was that Tang Song wasn’t showing off or putting on airs; he said all this calmly and seriously.

It completely shattered their understanding of the world.

Zhang Yan’s breathing grew rapid, and that dreamlike feeling surged up in her chest once again.

Ever since they reunited, everything about Tang Song felt unreal to her.

Whether it was him suddenly appearing downstairs in that dim stairwell and using a gentle weekend to fill up all her fantasies.

Or this moment now, when she was most desperate and helpless, him descending like a god from the heavens and having everything arranged for her.

The corner of Chen Yao’s eye twitched violently; the scene before her looked so much like a TV drama that it made her scalp tingle.

"Y-you... what you said... is it true?"

Chen Shuangshuang’s incredulous voice broke the silence, her eyes bursting with intense light.

"Of course." Tang Song nodded. His gaze fell back on Zhang Yan, becoming much softer. "Zhang Yan, your auntie’s health comes first. Let’s go, we’ll head to the hospital now. Don’t worry, it’ll be okay."

Zhang Yan bit her lip and gave a light nod.

She wasn’t stupid. Now that her mother had cancer, if she could get the best medical care, then—

Right after that, Zhang Yan stepped forward and supported her mother’s arm.

And Chen Jinlong and the others subconsciously followed behind them, each with a different expression.

The group formed a rather strange procession, threading through the noisy hospital corridor, going downstairs, and walking out the main entrance.

Tang Song said directly, "My car can’t fit everyone. I’ll take Zhang Yan and Auntie first. You can grab a cab and follow behind us. We’ll meet at the hospital entrance."

With that, he strode toward the roadside.

Right after, a Rolls-Royce Phantom parked not far away slowly drove up and stopped in front of them.

The driver, dressed in a black suit and wearing white gloves, quickly got out from behind the wheel, hurried to the rear door, and respectfully pulled it open.

In that instant, whether it was the dazed Zhang Yan, or Zhou Hui and Chen Shuangshuang, they all froze on the spot.

A look of unease and awe flashed across Chen Jinlong’s weathered face, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

Chen Yao’s eyelids twitched violently, and her expression grew wonderfully complicated.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom... a private driver...

Her throat bobbed, and her dazed face gradually turned pale.

It felt like her brain had just been smashed hard by something.

Then, a wave of boundless regret surged up in her chest.

By this point, she naturally no longer doubted anything Tang Song had just said on the phone.

Combined with the display he was putting on right now...

This was what a real "big shot" looked like.

And such a person was actually Zhang Yan’s friend—and from the looks of it, they were clearly very close!

If they hadn’t completely torn things apart with Zhang Yan and her mother earlier...

Maybe they could have seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, climbed the social ladder, and changed the fate of their entire family.

...

"Bang—bang—"

The heavy car doors closed with a muted thud, shutting out all the noise, chaos, and prying eyes from the outside world.

Zhang Yan and Zhou Hui, still in a daze, sank into the soft leather of the back seat.

The quiet, luxurious interior wrapped around them. The air was filled with a clean, expensive scent—a mix of leather and polished wood.

Zhang Yan sat there, her gaze—

Outside the window was Yang City, the place she knew so well and yet felt so estranged from, where she struggled to survive.

Inside the window was a world that was unfamiliar and utterly out of reach.

Her eyes turned to Tang Song.

He was sitting in the spacious front passenger seat, body slightly angled, speaking softly into the phone.

The contours of his profile, under the shifting light and shadow from outside, looked deep and absorbed.

The boundary between reality and dream once again blurred into nothing.