Chapter 68: A Million for a Cure

Leng Hanyan smiled and said, "Don't try to fool me. It must have been you who did something. Otherwise, how could Anthony, who was perfectly fine, end up like that?"

"Haha, you can't be blaming me for scaring away your suitor, can you? To be honest, that foreigner was quite impressive—tall, handsome, and a graduate of a prestigious university." Lin Chen didn't deny it; he had indeed secretly stuck a few needles into the other party, stimulating certain nerves in his brain. Who could blame him for the guy's arrogance?

Leng Hanyan shook her head, "Not really. That guy was too full of himself, always looking down on Chinese culture. I'm actually glad you scared him away."

Lin Chen smiled, "I'm glad you're not angry. What's so great about foreigners? You should find a Chinese man and be a good Chinese wife. Don't let the foreigners have all the luck."

Leng Hanyan blushed and shot Lin Chen a glance, "What do you mean 'don't let the foreigners have all the luck'? I'm half foreign, you know."

"That doesn't matter. Chinese men are still the best. With five thousand years of culture, finding a Chinese husband is the way to go."

It had to be said that although Lin Chen wasn't a nationalist, he was very proud of his country, always boasting that China was the best and Chinese men were the most outstanding.

In his view, how could a woman as perfect as Leng Hanyan end up with a foreigner?

Finding a Chinese husband—was he hinting that she should marry him? Leng Hanyan wondered, a faint blush appearing on her face.

She glanced at a certain part of Lin Chen's body and sighed inwardly: You're so skilled in medicine, why can't you cure yourself? Is this what the Chinese medicine term 'a doctor cannot treat himself' means?

She was a bit skeptical and decided to confirm tonight whether there was really a problem with Lin Chen and see if she could help him.

The two walked to the garage and got into Leng Hanyan's Porsche. Following Lin Chen's directions, they set off for their destination.

In the car, Leng Hanyan asked curiously, "Lin Chen, what do you do for a living now?"

"Bodyguard." This time, Lin Chen didn't say he was a doctor. Leng Hanyan was clearly asking how he made money.

"Ah! A bodyguard?" Leng Hanyan was surprised, "You're a doctor, so why are you working as a bodyguard?"

"Besides medicine, I also know some martial arts, so being a bodyguard isn't strange," Lin Chen explained.

"Okay, but I still think that with your medical skills, being a doctor is the best fit for you," Leng Hanyan said with a hint of regret.

For someone as obsessed with medicine as her, any other profession seemed boring. She thought it was a waste for Lin Chen to have such amazing medical skills and not be a doctor.

After a moment's thought, Leng Hany said, somewhat reluctantly, "Lin Chen, why don't you reconsider? Think about it—your medical skills are so advanced, you could achieve great things. Being a bodyguard is far less rewarding. If you're willing, I can talk to the hospital director, and you can start working there tomorrow as a chief physician. What do you say?"

Her voice took on a slightly coquettish tone at the end.

Seeing Leng Hany's cute, childlike expression, Lin Chen was a bit moved but still shook his head, "Thank you for your kindness, but I've already promised someone to be their bodyguard for half a year. So, for the next six months, I'll be a bodyguard."

Seeing Leng Hany's disappointment, he added, "But if you ever encounter a difficult case, you can call me anytime."

"Really? That's great!" Leng Hany smiled happily, "By the way, there's someone offering a million for a cure. Do you want to check it out?"

"A million for a cure? What does that mean?" Lin Chen was taken aback.

"It means a wealthy person is offering a million to cure his illness. If you cure him, you get a million. But he's already visited all the famous hospitals in the country, and none of them could cure him. It must be a tough case," Leng Hany explained.

"Oh, I see. I'm quite interested. Are you free tomorrow? How about we go check it out?" Lin Chen said without hesitation.

He was a doctor, but ordinary illnesses no longer posed a challenge to him. Hearing about a difficult case piqued his interest, especially with the million-dollar reward. With that money, he could immediately buy a flower shop for Su Xiran.

"Sure, give me your current address, and I'll come find you tomorrow and take you there," Leng Hany said, also excited.

Lin Chen nodded and sent his new address to Leng Hany's phone.

After another ten minutes, they finally arrived at their destination.

Leng Hany looked at the bustling crowd outside and seemed a bit surprised. She looked at Lin Chen to confirm, "Is this the place? There don't seem to be any restaurants or hotels here. Did we get the wrong place?"

Lin Chen chuckled, "Of course not. Haven't you had enough of those fancy Western restaurants and wine? Tonight, I'm going to treat you to something special—spicy hot pot with beer, a Chinese night snack. How does that sound?"

The place Lin Chen brought Leng Hany to was just an ordinary street with food stalls like barbecue and spicy hot pot. There were a few factories nearby, and most of the customers were migrant workers.

He often ate here and found the food quite tasty, so he brought Leng Hany along.

"Spicy hot pot?"

Leng Hany frowned, and Lin Chen thought she was dissatisfied. But then she asked curiously, "What is spicy hot pot? Is it food? Why is it called spicy hot pot?"

"Um..."

Lin Chen was a bit at a loss, not sure how to explain. Should he say it's called spicy hot pot because it's spicy, hot, and steaming?

"I really don't know how to explain it. It's a bit like hot pot, but everything is cooked together from the start... You'll see in a moment."

Leng Hany nodded, looking eager.

The Porsche parked next to a spicy hot pot stall.

The stall was run by a middle-aged couple. The man was cooking, and the woman was calculating the bill for a fat customer. When they saw the blue Porsche stop, they were startled, thinking they might be blocking the road and were about to move their things.

But when the car door opened, a man and a woman got out. The man was nothing special, but the mixed-race beauty who was looking around curiously left them speechless. The male stall owner even forgot to put the meatballs in the pot, staring dumbfounded.

A young man with a pockmarked face dropped a basket of vegetables.

A few workers who were eating with their shirts off quickly put them on and sneaked glances at the mixed-race beauty.