Wei Yumeng didn't know how she managed to get home, her mind filled with the doctor's words the entire way.
Pecheng Central Hospital was already the most authoritative hospital in Pengcheng. Even they believed a more authoritative institution was needed, which spoke volumes about how dreadful the virus in Zhan Mohan's body was.
"Mohan, shall we go abroad to see a doctor?" Wei Yumeng suggested, her eyes full of worry as she looked at Zhan Mohan.
Zhan Mohan's heart ached seeing Wei Yumeng's distress, and he also felt a pang of self-reproach.
"Alright."
After all, Zhan Mohan didn't want to be a burden to Wei Yumeng. Since a problem had been identified, seeking treatment as soon as possible was the most sensible course of action.
Jing Yan, concerned about Zhan Mohan's condition, had not left and was waiting for them.
However, seeing the two of them return, coupled with Wei Yumeng's expression, he knew the outcome was not optimistic.
"Madam, President Zhan, the results... how were they?"
Wei Yumeng shook her head dejectedly. "You already suspected it, didn't you?"
Jing Yan also looked apologetic. "Because I'd never encountered such a case before, and the examination equipment was rudimentary, I worried it was my error. I didn't expect..."
As Jing Yan spoke, he felt deeply disheartened. How he wished it had truly been a fault in his examination.
Wei Yumeng thought for a moment and then eagerly asked Jing Yan, "Jing Yan, you know many doctors. You've always resolved my issues before. Do you have any ideas this time?"
Jing Yan shook his head apologetically. "President Zhan's situation is likely beyond my expertise. I'll need some time to find a suitable specialist."
"Then I'll trouble you," Wei Yumeng said. Regardless of whether they could find someone, it was worth letting Jing Yan try.
"How much do you know about this virus?" Zhan Mohan asked.
"Even I haven't seen a real case. I only heard about it from a doctor friend abroad. This virus first appeared in country M. Although it's almost eradicated now, sporadic cases still occur worldwide."
Jing Yan paused before continuing. "Those infected with the virus initially feel dizzy and nauseous. This is the optimal period for treatment, but it's very brief, usually around six months. After that, it directly enters the severe stage. By then, even the world's leading experts gathered together might be helpless."
"Six months?"
Wei Yumeng calculated. They had been back in the country for nearly a month. Assuming Zhan Mohan was infected when he was in the Black Street, their time was running out.
"What do I do? What do I do? What can I possibly do?" Wei Yumeng clutched her head in distress, unable to think of any solution.
Zhan Mohan, however, simply frowned and asked, "Is this virus contagious?"
Jing Yan shook his head. "As far as is known, this virus does not spread between humans. In fact, the requirements for contracting it are inherently individual."
Hearing this, Zhan Mohan breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that he was infected was already a reality he couldn't change. If he were to infect others, then he would truly be committing a grave sin.
Wei Yumeng looked at Zhan Mohan, somewhat bewildered by his composure.
"Mohan, I'm so scared. We finally managed to leave that place, so why... why does this have to happen?"
Zhan Mohan simply hugged her and gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid. According to Jing Yan, we still have time. With the Zhan family's wealth and connections, how could there be an incurable disease?"
"But..." Wei Yumeng's voice was choked with emotion. "But this virus is so rare! What if... what if..."
Seeing her distress, Jing Yan quickly interjected, "Madam, please don't worry. I've already examined President Zhan. We should have more time than we think. Everything will be alright."
Wei Yumeng's heart felt a little lighter. "Then, for this period, you must listen to me and take good care of yourself."
"Alright," Zhan Mohan replied, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"Oh, right, I'll go research now about what specifically needs to be done. I must prepare a healthy diet for the future. And... see if there are any restrictions."
With that, Wei Yumeng hurried to the study, intent on doing her homework.
Only after Wei Yumeng left did Jing Yan speak to Zhan Mohan. "Mohan, this situation... even I am starting to panic a little."
Zhan Mohan also frowned. "Please keep this matter a secret from everyone else for now, especially Grandpa."
Jing Yan nodded, but he knew how long such a secret could be kept.
In the following days, Wei Yumeng dedicated almost all her attention to Zhan Mohan.
Based on her research, her daily meals were meticulously balanced.
Worried that Zhan Mohan might eat something unhealthy at work, Wei Yumeng tirelessly delivered his meals to him punctually every day.
"Mrs. Zhan is here again," the staff at Zhan Group had grown accustomed to seeing Wei Yumeng.
"President Zhan is truly fortunate to have married such a good wife."
However, Wei Yumeng paid no mind to their compliments. More than anything, she wished for Zhan Mohan's well-being.
When Wei Yumeng pushed open the door to Zhan Mohan's office, he was packing his things.
"I'm sorry, Yumeng. I have to meet with President Lu from Sunshine Electronics shortly. You might have to wait for me a bit."
But Wei Yumeng stubbornly opened the food container and offered it to Zhan Mohan.
"I know you're busy, but it's lunchtime now. Can you please eat a little?"
Zhan Mohan knew that if he refused, Wei Yumeng would only worry more.
So, he simply ate a few bites from Wei Yumeng's hand.
Unintentionally, Zhan Mohan would always brush against Wei Yumeng's fingers.
Wei Yumeng's fingers felt as if they had been electrocuted. She wanted to pull away, but Zhan Mohan held her wrist, making it impossible.
Although such things were not unusual between them, being a couple for so long, she still felt a bit shy, especially in Zhan Mohan's office.
Seeing that Wei Yumeng seemed lost in her thoughts, not even noticing that the food in her hand was finished, Zhan Mohan reached out and licked her finger.
The soft sensation instantly brought Wei Yumeng back to reality.
"Mohan! Don't do that." Wei Yumeng abruptly pulled her hand away.
But Zhan Mohan's eyes were filled with a playful smile, clearly indicating that he wanted Wei Yumeng to continue feeding him.
Wei Yumeng hesitated for a moment, then finally relented, taking another piece of pastry and offering it to Zhan Mohan's lips.