The real heiress is wild and seductive, making all the male leads fall for her.

Chapter 265 Cancer-Fighting Drugs

Watching Song Nanxi descend the stairs in silence, Shi Lou pursed his lips and stared intently at her figure.

As Song Nanxi was about to get into the car, he stretched out his arm to block her.

"Ms. Song, I'm sorry."

Shi Lou's dark eyes were deep. "I didn't think this through. I didn't know that Tai Qihang had contacted the Chu family."

"Oh, and then?" Song Nanxi tilted her head, looking him up and down with a half-smile. "Are you going to apologize to me on their behalf?"

"Yes, that's fine." Shi Lou nodded. "It's my fault for taking you there without prior communication, causing you to lose face."

Shi Lou seriously reflected on himself. At the same time, he was also thinking silently that there was no need to get close to the new generation of the Tai family. The younger generation was incompetent, and the family's glory would not last long.

"There's no need." If anyone could make her angry, Song Nanxi would be furious.

Her smile held a deeper meaning. "I have only one request: don't come begging to me for the sake of the Tai family in the future."

Shi Lou was taken aback and immediately guessed that there was indeed a problem with Madam Tai's health!

Having said all she wanted to say, Song Nanxi waved her hand, letting Shi Lou leave on his own, while she went to notify Qin Zhou to come over.

The patient Qin Zhou had contacted was waiting for Song Nanxi's reply. As soon as she agreed, the patient immediately said that they could come to her home anytime it was convenient for Song Nanxi.

Shi Lou paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly when he heard Qin Zhou's name from Song Nanxi.

After Song Nanxi hung up the phone, he said gently, "Miss Song, it's cold outside. Why don't you wait in the car?"

Shi Lou opened the car door, and Song Nanxi got in without a care, closing her eyes to rest.

Seeing that she didn't want to talk to him, Shi Lou smiled wryly.

He actually made such a basic mistake.

Qin Zhou arrived in just a few minutes, slightly out of breath. He scanned the parking lot for a moment before striding towards the black Audi.

The man was wearing a black windbreaker, his entire outfit a uniform color. Beneath his buzz cut were resolute and deep-set eyes, his aura as sharp and piercing as a drawn sword.

Knock knock—

Hearing the knocking on the window, Song Nanxi lifted her eyelids and yawned.

"Miss Song."

Qin Zhou opened the door for her, his resolute eyes brightening slightly. "I didn't expect you to be at the military hospital too."

"Is the patient you referred here?"

Song Nanxi raised an eyebrow and got out of the car, thinking to herself, "What a coincidence!"

Qin Zhou responded, glanced at Shi Lou, their eyes met, and then they subtly looked away.

Since that's the case, there's no need to further trouble the patient.

Song Nanxi was mainly worried that the back-and-forth journey would exhaust the patient to death, and it would be bad if the patient died on the way.

"Which building is it in? Is it convenient to go there now?" Song Nanxi asked casually.

Qin Zhou: "I had already informed them when I came down. This is a pleasant surprise for them, so there's no reason why it would be inconvenient for them."

Shi Lou's expression stiffened slightly.

This reminded him of what Song Nanxi had experienced not long ago. Qin Zhou's actions were like an invisible slap in the face.

Of course, he knew he couldn't blame anyone.

"Alright, lead the way."

So, Song Nanxi's trip today wasn't in vain.

Shi Lou watched Song Nanxi leave with Qin Zhou, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

The patient had lung cancer, but it wasn't so much related to long-term smoking. Rather, it was because he had inhaled too many harmful gases while doing classified work in his early years.

The old man was so thin from chemotherapy that he was just skin and bones, but he was very optimistic. He even comforted his tearful children, saying, "Why are you all crying? I've dedicated my life to the country. When I die, I'll be buried there and remembered by future generations. Thinking about it this way, isn't my life more worthwhile than most people's?"

Song Nanxi overheard the whole thing from outside the door.

The ward door was suddenly pushed open, and a group of children and younger relatives surrounding the old man turned around to look.

Seeing a face that was too young and beautiful, and then looking at Qin Zhou standing behind her, she immediately realized—

"This is—"

Qin Zhou immediately introduced them, emphasizing, "Miss Song is the doctor who saved my grandfather!"

I emphasized the old man's name, making sure they understood that a good doctor is not to be offended!

Especially if the doctor has a bad temper and holds grudges, otherwise the consequences will be dire!

They immediately realized what was happening and greeted Song Nanxi.

Song Nanxi met the gaze of the old man on the hospital bed. The old man's eyes were peaceful, showing no signs of fatigue or numbness from the torment of illness. He even gave her a friendly smile, "What a young lady, you are truly remarkable!"

As the saying goes, one cannot hit a smiling face. Compared to the Tai family's way of handling things, this family is obviously much more well-mannered.

Song Nanxi smiled brightly, "Grandpa, let's talk about being remembered after death in ten or twenty years. The country is developing rapidly now, don't you want to enjoy your life and see the country become number one in the world?"

"Haha! Okay, I'll try to live a few more years!" The old man joked with Song Nanxi with a smile.

He knows his own body well. Ten or twenty years? That's enough time for him to be reincarnated and take the college entrance exam!

Song Nanxi smiled but remained silent. "If it's convenient, shall I take your pulse first?"

The old man deftly rolled up his sleeves and said in a hearty tone, "Come on!"

The others quickly made way.

As Song Nanxi walked over, her every move was being watched, with people showing signs of vigilance or tension.

"Don't be stressed, baby. The doctor has already given me a diagnosis of my health, so don't be afraid. It's okay if I can't be cured. Just think of it as visiting an old man."

Song Nanxi smiled and gestured for the old man to extend his other hand. "Grandpa, with such a good attitude, living to be a hundred years old won't be a problem."

"Hahaha," the old man chuckled, "Then I accept your kind words!"

A few minutes later, Song Nanxi stopped and had someone bring out the old man's medical records to look at.

The ward was quiet, and no one dared to disturb her.

As soon as Song Nanxi put down the medical record, several pairs of eyes immediately fell on her, like prisoners awaiting sentencing, waiting for the judge to pronounce the verdict.

"Don't be so nervous, it can be cured."

They had imagined countless answers, but they never expected that Song Nanxi would so decisively say "can cure" in such a straightforward manner.

At one point, I even wondered if I was hallucinating!

Song Nanxi: "I have a prescription that can temporarily control the spread of cancer cells in the old man's body, and chemotherapy can be stopped for now... But I must explain that all medicines have some toxicity, and my prescription will actually use poison."

Everyone looked at each other.

Qin Zhou grasped the key point: "Miss Song, you mean temporarily? Once the cancer cells are under control, can the cancer cells in the body be eliminated?"

"No."

One sentence plunged their hopes into despair once again.

Song Nanxi took a breath and said calmly, "It's not possible, but this is enough for the old man to live until the day a cure for cancer is developed."

"A miracle drug?!"

"Which country developed the effective cancer drug? Are you sure?"

Upon hearing this, Song Nanxi smiled confidently, "China, researcher—me."