Qian Zimo's tone grew heavier, "I'll have someone immediately go to Qingcheng First Hospital and retrieve all medical records for Shen Yizong and his brother!"
After hanging up, Qin Yun's expression turned grim.
She knew the other party might be trying to approach the Qin family, but she hadn't expected them to have already infiltrated it.
Shen Yilin's rescue by Qin He back then was actually part of a scheme!
The next day.
Qin He woke up early, got ready, and went downstairs to the dining room.
She was contemplating how to get more electronics, even just batteries.
Upon entering the dining room, she paused at the sight of the people seated at the dining table.
Shen Yizong sat at the head of the table, with Shen Yilin beside him.
Li Fengrui, Wang Jiming, and Gao Lang were all seated.
Except for Wang Jiming, whose face was somewhat pale, everyone else appeared normal.
Shen Yilin looked up and his eyes immediately lit up when he saw her, "Sister, you're here."
"Mhm, were you waiting for me?" Qin He nodded.
Shen Yizong smiled politely, "Yilin wanted to wait for you to have breakfast. I was just about to send someone to call you."
Qin He scanned the faces of Gao Lang and Li Fengrui. Their expressions were calm, but a closer look revealed a hint of tension.
"I thought since Sister and the experts are here specifically to treat me, I wanted to meet you all and express my gratitude," Shen Yilin said with a smile.
Qin He nodded, her gaze falling on Wang Jiming, who was sitting at the far end. His legs were trembling under the table.
Qin He sat down with a smile, "Yilin, you need to rest more for your condition. You don't need to get up so early to have breakfast with us from now on."
The breakfast was eaten in complete silence, not even the usually talkative Gao Lang uttered a word.
Shen Yilin's focus was also entirely on Qin He. He didn't seem to be too affected by his cancer diagnosis.
"Sister, eat this." Shen Yilin carefully picked a piece of fish for Qin He, painstakingly removing the bones before placing it on her plate.
Qin He looked at him, "You should eat more too. I know you feel uncomfortable eating a lot now, but for your recovery and your body, you need to eat more to have energy, okay?"
Shen Yilin nodded obediently and sipped his porridge.
Qin He turned to Shen Yizong, "For Yilin's meals from now on, I'll choose them. His digestive system is very fragile right now."
Shen Yizong's smile turned somewhat dangerous, "I have no objections. Besides, Miss Qin is providing all the food and lodging now, so naturally, you should have the final say."
After breakfast, Qin He went to her office.
Shen Yizong helped Shen Yilin back to the ward. As soon as they entered, Shen Yilin's stomach churned.
A wave of nausea washed over him. He pushed away his brother's hand and rushed into the bathroom.
The sounds of vomiting echoed from the bathroom, and Shen Yizong's expression turned cold.
A few minutes later, Shen Yilin emerged from the bathroom, his steps unsteady.
Shen Yizong stepped forward to support him, "What's wrong?"
Shen Yilin's voice was hoarse from vomiting, "Maybe I ate too much this morning. I felt very uncomfortable in my stomach while eating."
"Then why did you—" Shen Yizong frowned.
Shen Yilin smiled, "I didn't want Sister to worry."
After helping Shen Yilin to bed to rest, Shen Yizong stood up, looking at his noticeably thinner brother with concern.
Shen Yilin used to be a key player on Qingcheng University's basketball team. Although he was slender, he had muscle.
Now, his clothes were a size too small.
Moreover, his brother hadn't eaten much that morning.
Shen Yizong left the ward and went to the doctors' office. Li Fengrui, Wang Jiming, and Gao Lang were sitting there with grim expressions.
Wang Jiming's voice trembled, "We're not going to have this kind of breakfast every morning, are we? It feels like a banquet of hostility."
At a desk nearby.
Qin He was resting her chin on her hand, contemplating how to obtain electronics. She looked up at the mention of the breakfast, "Don't worry, we won't."
Even if they wanted to, Shen Yizong wouldn't feel comfortable letting Shen Yilin spend time with them every day.
As they were pondering, the office door was pushed open. Qin He looked up to see Shen Yizong standing at the entrance.
"Miss Qin, please come out for a moment."
Wang Jiming trembled violently. Shen Yizong's gaze swept over him, growing colder.
He had no use for people who were incompetent.
If this person couldn't cure Yilin, there was no reason for his existence.
Qin He walked up to Shen Yizong, blocking his icy gaze from Wang Jiming.
"Let's talk outside."
Standing in the hallway, Shen Yizong recounted how Shen Yilin had vomited his breakfast.
"Are you sure my brother can get better? If he keeps vomiting like this, won't it damage his stomach even more?"
Qin He shook her head, "It's better than an empty stomach. Even if he vomited, he still absorbed some nutrients, and we can supplement it with IV fluids."
Shen Yizong stared at Qin He suspiciously. His sixth sense told him Qin He was up to something.
However, considering Qin He's relationship with Shen Yilin, he didn't say anything else, only turned and left with a somber expression.
Back in the office, Qin He ignored the distressed Wang Jiming and her gaze fell upon the wall clock.
The wall clock contained one or two batteries.
However, the office was monitored, and she couldn't get to the batteries in the clock on the wall without being seen.
Qin He spent the day diligently researching advancements in targeted therapy drugs.
She hadn't given up on Shen Yilin and was trying to delay the metastasis of cancer cells as much as possible.
The timeframe given by Shen Yizong was definitely not enough.
Therefore, she had to find a way to send the other three people away this week.
At noon, Qin He went to Shen Yilin's ward to have lunch with him, and in the afternoon, she helped him take a walk in the garden.
Shen Yilin was surprised to see a bouquet of roses in the yard, "Sister, roses bloom in this season?"
Qin He glanced at the flowerbed in the corner.
Roses typically bloomed from May to July. It was now late autumn, and yet there were still a few flowers in bloom.
"Indeed," Qin He said with a smile.
Shen Yilin crouched down to pick a flower, but as his hand touched the petals, he curled up in pain.
Qin He hurried to support him, "Yilin, what's wrong? Stomach ache?"
Large beads of sweat appeared on Shen Yilin's forehead, his whole body trembling slightly, his eyes fixed on the rose that was so close yet out of reach.
"I-I'm fine, Sister, don't worry—"
Seeing that Shen Yilin could no longer stand upright,
Qin He quickly helped him back to his bed and injected him with some painkillers.
"Sister, thank you."
Shen Yilin looked somewhat guilty, "Does my condition delay your weekend live streams? And didn't you start a perfume brand with Gu Corporation? Don't you need to go there every day?"
"The live streams are fine," Qin He reassured him with a smile. "As for the perfume brand, the deputy director is overseeing it. I'm not needed there."