Chapter 357: Let Fang Zhou Decide for Himself

In a high-rise office building, Han Xi had just finished her work and glanced at her phone to check the time—it was already 6 PM.

She had initially planned to visit Fang Zhou’s sister in the hospital immediately after hearing the news during the morning recording of the dating show.

However, an important afternoon meeting kept her tied up at the office until now.

Even though she couldn’t be at the hospital in person, she was well-informed about the situation there.

Fang Wenjing’s condition had worsened, necessitating an urgent kidney transplant; otherwise, she would have at most six months to live.

This was the latest update from the hospital.

Knowing how much Fang Zhou cared for his sister, Han Xi’s expression darkened.

She tapped her phone a few times and called her assistant, who quickly answered.

“Hello? It’s me.”

“Han, I’ve arrived in Southeast Asia and met with the core members of the organization.”

Han Xi acknowledged softly and continued, “How did the talks go?”

“They…”

The assistant hesitated, seemingly troubled.

Han Xi urged for a straightforward report. “Just tell me.”

“They said performing the surgery in Southeast Asia is simple, but bringing it to our country would be difficult due to customs issues.”

“Moreover, the optimal time for a kidney transplant is within 12 hours; beyond that, it’s no longer viable.”

Han Xi nodded, indicating she understood.

“Alright, stay there and wait for my instructions.”

“By the way, Southeast Asia isn’t very safe right now. Be careful.”

“Understood, Han.”

Han Xi hung up and massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

If that was the case, she’d need to convince Fang Zhou to take his sister abroad for the surgery.

But given Fang Wenjing’s condition, traveling out of the province, let alone the country, would be risky. Fang Zhou might not be willing to take such a gamble.

Moreover, what she was doing wasn’t exactly through official channels, and Fang Zhou might not approve.

Han Xi had started planning for Fang Wenjing’s kidney transplant over a month ago but had received no promising news.

It wasn’t until this past week that a special channel in Southeast Asia suggested they could source a kidney.

As a businesswoman, Han Xi knew the legitimacy of such resources was questionable, but she sent her assistant to investigate anyway.

Now, it seemed the choice had to be left to Fang Zhou and his sister.

What would Fang Zhou choose?

On one hand, his only sister; on the other, his ingrained sense of propriety and caution.

Summer days are long, and even at 6 PM, the light had only dimmed slightly.

The setting sun cast a glow on the opposite building’s glass, reflecting onto Han Xi’s floor, painting her face with an orange hue.

Han Xi stood up, turned off the air conditioner, and headed out.

If Fang Zhou couldn’t make a decision, she would make it for him.

About an hour later, Han Xi arrived at the hospital where Fang Zhou was. The sky was half-dark, the night like a beast ready to swallow everything.

The hospital was quiet, with no patients strolling in the garden below, likely due to the bothersome mosquitoes.

Han Xi went straight to Fang Wenjing’s room and found Fang Zhou there, along with Chu Xinran and Zhang Zhiyin.

“You’re here.”

Chu Xinran was playing chess with Fang Wenjing, Zhang Zhiyin watching, while Fang Zhou napped on the sofa.

The four of them seemed to be getting along harmoniously.

Han Xi’s arrival disrupted their balance, and Zhang Zhiyin was the first to greet her.

“Hi, have you eaten?”

Han Xi nodded slightly in response.

Zhang Zhiyin smiled warmly at her.

“We just finished.”

“Since you’re here, I’ll head back.”

Zhang Zhiyin needed to check on Qin Yun’s movements and verify her own suspicions.

She had spent half the day at the hospital without seeing Qin Yun, so she figured Qin Yun either had already visited or was confident Fang Zhou would seek her out.

Chu Xinran also received a call from Chu Xuan urging her to leave, so she left with Zhang Zhiyin.

Fang Wenjing, now low on energy, felt dizzy after two chess games and didn’t want to play anymore.

Fang Zhou had fallen asleep on the sofa at some point.

He lay there with his eyes closed, head tilted back against the wall, showing off his handsome profile and jawline, unaware of Zhang Zhiyin and Chu Xinran’s departure.

Han Xi glanced around, noticing the siblings’ resemblance, especially with their eyes closed—their noses and mouths were almost identical, likely inherited from their parents.

Fang Wenjing noticed her actions and laughed softly, curiously asking, “What are you looking at, sister?”

Her voice was soft, both from weakness and her naturally gentle demeanor, never speaking loudly.

Han Xi found her reminiscent of a house cat, meowing for food.

“I’m watching to see when his phone will fall.”

Fang Wenjing peeked and saw her brother’s phone teetering on the edge of his thigh, ready to drop.

She smiled and whispered to Han Xi, “It’s about to fall!”

Perhaps it was Fang Wenjing’s pure aura or her infectious smile, but even the usually stoic Han Xi found herself smiling.

“Wow, sister, you look so beautiful when you smile!”

Fang Wenjing was mesmerized.

She rarely encountered people of Han Xi’s stature or such icy beauty, finding her stunning and full of praise.

“Looks like your brother learned his sweet-talking from you.”

Han Xi playfully winked at Fang Wenjing, showing a rare lively side.

Fang Wenjing laughed, covering her mouth.

“Haha, that’s right! My brother used to be so stiff, he couldn’t even compliment people. I had to teach him!”

“Thud.”

Mid-sentence, Fang Zhou’s phone fell, waking him up.

He caught the tail end of the conversation about him being stiff, widening his eyes in mock indignation.

“Stiff? You cheeky girl!”

Fang Wenjing laughed, clearly in good spirits, and told Han Xi, “See? My brother still needs practice!”

Fang Zhou smiled indulgently, looking at his sister’s pale face, too gentle to flick her forehead as he used to. He just patted her head lightly.

“Alright, you’re the talker. Get some rest.”

“I need to talk to Sister Han Xi outside.”

Fang Zhou indeed had matters to discuss with Han Xi. He had planned to call her, but since she was here, it was better to talk in person.