After I Was Gone, Mr. Song Said He Loved Me - Chapter 90 - Song Yu Runs Into Trouble, Bai Yu's Stomach Cancer Worsens

Chi Jin and I set out from the hotel. To prevent any mishaps, he specifically hired a bodyguard company to escort us to the airport.

I thought he was being a bit too dramatic. Did Song Yu really dare to detain us in Z Country in broad daylight?

He only said I was too naïve, that I didn’t understand Song Yu’s methods.

Sure enough, on our way to the airport, two Land Rovers kept tailing our car. I didn’t even have to think to know they were Song Yu’s people.

“I knew Song Yu wouldn’t let you go so easily,” Chi Jin sneered, then said to the bodyguard, “Shake off the cars behind us.”

The bodyguard in the front passenger seat picked up the walkie-talkie and said, “Cause an incident. Intercept the two Land Rovers with license plates starting with ‘A’.”

Replies came one after another through the walkie-talkie, “Roger!”

I watched in shock from the side. The whole scene felt like a spy movie–so this is what the rich really experience, these life-and-death chases.

“What’s Song Yu trying to do? Does he really dare to snatch someone in the street?” I truly couldn’t understand Song Yu’s purpose in doing this.

“Relax, he doesn’t have the guts. Besides, he’s got a mess of his own to deal with right now. He doesn’t have the energy to go against us. My father has already pulled 80% of the staff and business contacts from the Asia division. Now the division is just an empty shell, not enough for Song Yu to stir up anything.”

I stared at Chi Jin in astonishment, never expecting his father would cut off his own arm just to keep Song Yu in check.

The Asia division accounted for 40% of Huanya’s GDP. His father’s move was equivalent to giving up a huge piece of meat. It seemed Chi Jin’s father was truly prepared to deal Song Yu a devastating blow this time.

I really wanted to see what Song Yu would look like–after all his scheming–when everything he’d built finally crumbled.

“Ugh–” Suddenly, a wave of stomach acid surged up inside me.

Chi Jin quickly took out the medicine from his backpack, pouring out the pills one by one and feeding them to me.

Oxaliplatin and Xeloda, chemotherapy drugs.

Ever since I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, I’d been alternating between these two drugs. Every dose was a torment–my stomach felt awful, nauseous, like I wanted to throw up. But if I didn’t take them, the pain would become unbearable.

So every time I took my medicine, it was a form of torture.

“Take it. Once we get to Saint Riof, the doctor will definitely cure you.”

I hesitated for a moment as I looked at the white tablet in his hand, then took it and put it in my mouth.

A few seconds later, the overwhelming nausea made me spit the tablet right back out. I’d lost count of how many times this had happened–every time I threw up, I had to take it again.

Ugh–cough, cough, cough, cough–

“Are you okay, Bai Yu?” Chi Jin anxiously patted my back, signaling the driver to stop the car.

“No, I’m fine, don’t stop,” I gasped, stopping him.

Song Yu’s people were right behind us, and I didn’t want any more chances to run into him.

Chi Jin could only let the bodyguards keep driving toward the airport.

At an intersection, the bodyguard convoy behind us “coincidentally” rammed into the two Land Rovers right in front of the traffic cops, causing a traffic jam and allowing our car to get away.

At the airport, the ground staff ushered us through the check-in process seamlessly. When Chi Jin and I sat down in the VIP lounge, his phone rang–it was Song Yu calling.

I sat beside him, so nervous I kept swallowing. Chi Jin, looking relaxed, answered the call and put it on speaker.

“Hello, President Song.” Chi Jin crossed his legs, his tone mocking.

“Getting smarter, using cars to crash into mine,” Song Yu sneered.

“Learned from the best–doing whatever it takes,” Chi Jin shot back, icy as well.

Song Yu ignored him and said, “Let me talk to Bai Yu.”

Chi Jin glanced at me and grinned, “Bai Yu, I’m afraid he can’t talk to you.”

“He’s already been transferred back to M Country headquarters. He’s now the senior secretary-general at Huanya headquarters, no longer your personal public relations. You have no authority to order him anymore.”

“I’ll say it again. Put Bai Yu on the phone.” Song Yu’s breathing was already uneven.

Chi Jin pursed his lips and said coldly, “Say whatever you want. He can hear you.”

A faint sigh came through the phone, and then Song Yu’s low voice slowly sounded, “Bai Yu, I know you’re ill. Chi Jin wants to take you away. I want to see you one last time before you go, is that okay?”

“I can’t leave the country right now. Once I finish dealing with things here, I’ll come find you.”

“I’m sorry, I know nothing I say now can erase your hatred for me. But I…”

Suddenly, Luo Yewen’s voice interrupted, seemingly discussing some overseas business matters. It didn’t sound optimistic.

Chi Jin interrupted lazily, “Song Yu, you’ve got so much mess to clean up and you still want to keep Bai Yu from leaving?”

“Take care of your own problems first. I’ve said it before, whatever happens, my dad is still the president of Huanya. No matter how hard you jump, what can you do?”

“Oh, by the way, my father said to thank you for the profits you brought to the division in the past six months. He’s very satisfied. But you’re useless now. Garbage always gets taken out in the end.”

“I’m talking to Bai Yu. It’s not your place to butt in,” Song Yu snapped coldly.

“But Bai Yu doesn’t want to talk to you,” Chi Jin retorted.

“You–” Song Yu’s breath trembled, then he let out a low laugh, “Chi Jin, you’ll regret saying that to me soon enough.”

“Heh, Song Yu, that’s exactly what I want to say to you.”

I sat aside, not wanting to hear their bickering anymore, gesturing for Chi Jin to hang up.

Chi Jin smiled and said, “Alright, that’s enough. Bai Yu doesn’t want to hear from you anymore.”

Click–

The call ended abruptly, not leaving Song Yu a single word.

“Don’t worry, Song Yu’s probably too busy with his own trouble to chase after us,” Chi Jin said.

I nodded, staying silent.

In truth, I wasn’t too worried about whether Song Yu would come after us anymore. I just wanted to see him lose everything, to see him bow his head and repent for what he’d done.

I had to live well, just to see that day.

M Country.

The day I landed, I was admitted to the VIP ward of the Cancer Center at Saint Riof. The doctor in charge of me was a woman over forty years old, named Nalisha.

Not to delay my treatment, Nalisha led a team of specialists to conduct a systematic gastric function test for me, then combined it with the pathology results from back home, finally concluding that I needed a gastrectomy, retaining only a quarter of my stomach, and then following up with radiotherapy and chemotherapy.

The treatment process was similar to back home, only the medication differed. Generally, this could extend life by 3–6 years, but the outcome still depended on medication and personal care.

Chi Jin, afraid I’d be upset, kept comforting me, saying doctors liked to give conservative estimates. If they said 3–6 years, I could actually live even longer, maybe even be cured.

I knew Chi Jin was worried I’d feel pressured, so he deliberately said some sweet things to cheer me up. Honestly, being able to extend my life by 3–6 years was already beyond my expectations–I originally thought I wouldn’t live even a year.

This was already my good fortune.

Dr. Nalisha initially devised a three-stage chemotherapy plan for me. Considering my body’s inability to withstand the massive death of white blood cells, we could only observe for a period after the stomach removal before intervening with chemotherapy.

However, misfortune struck. Within a month after the stomach removal surgery, imaging revealed that the cancer cells had spread to the lymphatic system, forcing us to begin chemotherapy earlier than planned.

The aggressive chemotherapy process, while halting the spread of cancer cells and killing some of the metastasized tissues, caused my body to rapidly wither, and my immune system was severely compromised.

I began to frequently run fevers, accompanied by nausea and dizziness, with a series of discomforts. My body hair started to fall out gradually, especially my hair. Every time I washed it, clumps would fall out like a crime scene.

In just two months, I had wasted away to barely over 40 kilograms. My complexion turned sallow, my cheeks hollowed, my eye sockets deepened, and my lips remained perpetually pale.

The only solace I found was in the doctor’s words that no new cancer cells had been detected, which was a positive sign, proving that our current treatment was effective.

I must say, Dr. Nalisha is indeed remarkable. From the information I gathered about stomach cancer, many cancer cells that metastasize to lymphatic tissues are notoriously difficult to control. It seems coming to M Country for treatment was indeed the right choice.

For this, I have to thank Chi Jin.

For the past two months, he has been by my side throughout the treatment, staying with me during my most painful moments.

I always feel guilty towards him, not knowing how to repay his kindness.

I can’t understand why he treats me so well when I have nothing to offer him.

If it was once out of affection, then what about now?

In my current state, I doubt anyone would still like me. If someone met me for the first time, they might even be frightened.

I asked Chi Jin a few times later on, but he always brushed it off with a smile. Eventually, I stopped asking, just thinking that when I got better, I would do something within my power to repay him, even if it was just a small gesture, to ease my conscience.

After the cancer cells were controlled, Dr. Nalisha did not continue with chemotherapy but opted for conservative treatment, adjusting my body’s defense system and gradually activating new white blood cell activity.

With the cessation of chemotherapy, my body’s rejection reactions gradually subsided, and my appetite slowly returned. I no longer needed to rely on glucose drips all day and could eat some soft, easily digestible foods.

However, I had to eat by the gram, not too much, or I would feel uncomfortably bloated.

Even so, my complexion gradually improved, and I appeared more spirited.

There’s an old saying in Z Country: “If you have bones, you won’t lack flesh.”

After nearly three months of recuperation and treatment, I miraculously gained a kilogram.

Being able to eat and gain weight is a good sign. This kilogram gave me a glimpse of victory over cancer.

Today, I tidied myself up and borrowed some makeup from Nalisha to put on a light, healthy-looking face, preparing to video call my mom.

This was my second video call with my mom since arriving in M Country. The first was on the night I arrived, to let her know I was safe. After that, I dared not let her see my frail state, only communicating via voice calls.

Today was a good day. I sent a video call to my mom, who happened to be at the psychiatric hospital with my sister for a check-up, giving me a chance to see Fei.

My mom scrutinized me through the video and finally said, “Son, why have you lost so much weight again? Is it because you can’t get used to the food there?”

I smiled guiltily, “Yeah, I can’t get used to Western food, and I’m too lazy to cook.”

My mom scolded with a stern face, “You’re such a grown-up, and you find cooking so troublesome. You might as well be lazy to death.”

I chuckled and quickly changed the subject, “Mom, how’s Fei doing?”

My mom turned the camera towards a large glass window. Inside, Fei was following the doctor’s movements, making various gestures, and their communication seemed smooth.

“The doctor is conducting tests on Fei. She’s been much more normal lately, at least not suddenly shouting.”

“Really? That’s wonderful,” I exclaimed in surprise.

“Yes, I didn’t expect such good results either,” my mom sighed with relief, then seemed to remember something, “Oh, by the way, that Song Yu has been coming to our house frequently, asking about your whereabouts, or just loitering outside.”

I didn’t expect my mom to suddenly mention Song Yu, and for a moment, I didn’t know what to say, so I just replied, “What did you tell him?”

My mom snorted disdainfully, “I told him to find you himself if he has the guts. If he bothers me again, I’ll call the police. Later, he tried to bribe your aunt and uncle, but they also gave him a hard time, hmph!”

I burst into laughter, “Mom, you’re amazing.”

At this moment, Dr. Nalisha and the expert team entered the ward. I quickly said, “Mom, I have to go now. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Huh? So soon? Aren’t you going to talk to Fei?”

“No, I have something to do here. I’ll hang up now.” Without waiting for my mom to respond, I ended the video call.

Usually, it was just Dr. Nalisha doing the rounds, but today it was the entire expert team, which instantly made my heart race. I quickly put on my English-Chinese translation headset.

“Dr. Nalisha.”

“Hello, Mr. Bai. Your fourth examination results are out,” Nalisha said with a heavy expression.

My breath tightened, but I forced myself to remain calm, “Please, go ahead.”

Nalisha glanced at the surrounding experts, sighed, and said, “I’m sorry, your situation is not very optimistic. The cancerous tissues are showing a multi-segmental trend and have already metastasized to the liver and gallbladder.”

“This is unexpected. We didn’t anticipate the cancer cells spreading so quickly.”

“How… how could this happen? I’ve been eating well, and I’ve been sleeping soundly. I rarely vomit or burp anymore. How… could it have spread to the liver?”

I desperately tried to convey my situation to them, “Doctor, I weighed myself this morning, and I’ve even gained weight…”

By the end, I couldn’t continue, tears welling up in my eyes, “Doctor, is there still hope for me?”

Nalisha looked at me with regret, “I’m sorry, Mr. Bai. Your current physical condition cannot withstand further aggressive chemotherapy. We can only proceed with conservative treatment and will do our utmost to save your life.”