Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

Jin Chen found it interesting, so he replied in a good mood: "It's worth it."

"So..." Song Chubai rubbed his little hands, his ears turned red slightly, "Can you lend me 20 yuan?"

Jin Chen was taken aback for a moment.

It's not because Song Chubai borrowed money from him, but...that he only borrowed 20 yuan?

Two seconds later, he looked Song Chubai up and down, and then said, "You only have 30 yuan on you?"

Song Chubai looked at him in surprise, "How do you know?"

"You just said that this barbecue is 50 yuan."

"Now you borrowed another twenty from me, so it's difficult to guess that you only have 30 yuan with you?"

Not difficult, of course not difficult.Song Chubai silently replied in his heart.

"So...are you willing?" He asked tentatively.

"It's fine to borrow money." Jin Chen took out a red ticket from his wallet, "The minimum loan is one hundred."

Song Chubai:! !

Is there such a good thing?

He stretched out his hand to take the one-hundred-dollar bill, and smiled, "Thank you Dean Jin, you are such a good person!"

"Good guy?" Jin Chen raised his eyebrows inexplicably, "I hope you always think so."

He stood up, "Remember to come to work on time tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he no longer missed it and walked to his car.

Halfway there, he stopped and turned around, only to see Song Chubai continuing to happily twirl the skewers, without any intention of watching him leave.

"Tsk." Jin Chen clicked his tongue lightly and said in a low voice, "Little heartless."

He only lent him 100 yuan.

That's all.Jin Chen sighed in his heart, didn't stay any longer, and left soon.

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At nine o'clock the next morning, Song Chubai arrived at Jin Chen's office on time.

Jin Chen handed him some information for him to enter into the hospital system.

He only showed Song Chubai how to record it, and then handed over the data to him to record it.

Song Chubai worked hard, and his concentration was very efficient. After two hours, looking at the completed work, he felt a sense of satisfaction that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Stretching for a while, he subconsciously looked towards Jin Chen, only to find that there were two more people in the office at some point.

And one of them was an acquaintance.

It was the man who was called "Brother Li" by his former colleagues at the Moonlight Bar yesterday.

He seemed to see him too, his eyes were a little strange, but he didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, so he didn't say anything.

Standing in front of Li Zishen was a young man who was [-]% similar to him, but his face was much paler.

The young man was thin, as if he would collapse if the wind blew, at this time he was talking, his voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

"Dean Jin, my illness..."

He hesitated for two seconds, and then slowly said: "How many years can I live?"

He doesn't want to be cured, he just wants to know how many years he can live.

Jin Chen was playing with a black pen in his hand. His skin was that typical cool white color. The black and white set off each other, making his skin whiter and colder.

Jin Chen didn't answer the young man's question directly, but instead asked, "How long do you want to live?"

The young man froze for a moment, how long do he want to live?Of course, the longer the better.

But his illness...

Li Rong, who had already consulted many doctors but told him that he would not live for a year, pursed his lips lightly, and his voice became weaker, "I will be satisfied after more than one year."

Yes, he is not greedy, he just wants to live for a while, so that's fine.

The black pen between his fingers paused suddenly, and Jin Chen raised his eyes, looking at Li Rong with a half-smile.

He didn't answer his question. Instead, he looked at Song Chubai who had been silent but was paying attention, and asked, "Song Chubai, how long do you think he can live under my treatment?"

Song Chubai asked this question.

He didn't know how Jin Chen's medical skills were, but it must be very good to be selected by the system as the mission target, right?

After thinking about it, he said firmly, "Then at least live to be 99 years old."

Without waiting for others to speak, he said again: "The reason why he didn't live to be a hundred years old is because he was too late to find you. If he had come a year earlier, he would definitely have lived to be a hundred years old."

"Puchi." Jin Chen was the first to laugh out loud, and the haze of being questioned about his medical skills suddenly improved a lot.

He turned his head, looked at Li Rong again and said, "He's right."

"You come a year earlier, you can live to be a hundred years old."

"Now, I can only live to 99."

Li Rong looked at Jin Chen in a daze, as if she couldn't believe what she heard.

Li Zishen behind him was also excited, hugging Li Rong excitedly, "Brother! That's great!"

His efforts were not in vain, Jin Chen was able to cure his brother!

After being hugged by her younger brother, Li Rong came back to her senses and looked at Jin Chen excitedly and pleasantly.

Jin Chen seemed to have gotten used to the great sorrow and joy of the patients, he returned to his usual indifference, and said in a calm tone: "Go to the hospital first, take good care of yourself in the next few days, and have surgery in a week."

"Okay, okay." Li Zishen responded first, and thanked repeatedly, "Thank you Dean Jin, thank you Dean Jin."

After thanking him excitedly, Li Zishen took Li Rong to go through the hospitalization procedures.

Before leaving, Li Zishen still nodded in gratitude to Song Chubai.

If it weren't for Song Chubai, Brother Jin might not let go so quickly.

Song Chubai scratched his hair, a little unaccustomed to being thanked by others, especially Li Zishen who was going to give him to Jin Chen yesterday.

This feels... a bit weird.

"Finished recording?" Jin Chen's voice came, pulling back Song Chubai's thoughts.

He straightened his expression, sat upright, showed a professional attitude at work, and replied solemnly: "The recording is over."

"En." Jin Chen only responded, then lowered his head to look at the information in his hand.

Seeing that he stopped asking, Song Chubai also lowered his head, preparing to sort out the information again to see if there was anything missing.

Within 2 minutes, Jin Chen's voice sounded again.

"Why believe me?"

Song Chubai froze for a moment, raised his head, and looked at Jin Chen.

Jin Chen still lowered his head, from his angle, he could only see his profile.

The light shone on him, casting a shadow.

Xu did not hear his answer, so Jin Chen raised his head and looked at him.

The pupils hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses were pitch black, unable to see any light.

Song Chubai tilted his head, raised a smile, and his eyebrows and eyes were curved like stars.

"Because you saved me."

He spoke frankly and smiled brightly.

Jin Chen stared straight at Song Chubai, his eyes were as dark as thick ink, and there was a little light in his eyes that could not see any light.

Very light, very light.

But it really exists.