Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 129 Deviation (51)

Anxious, Zhou Yan immediately re-examined the problem.

The results came back quickly this time, confirming a mid-to-late stage of sexually transmitted infection.

When Zhou Yan held the test report, her first reaction was that it was a misdiagnosis.

But the various physical discomforts reminded him that he had indeed been infected.

"Doctor, I had a physical exam not long ago, and the results showed that I was normal. How come I was diagnosed with an infection this time, and it's already in the middle or late stage?"

The doctor asked, "When was 'not long ago'?"

Zhou Yan gave the specific date.

The doctor frowned: "It's possible that there was a misdiagnosis before. Your disease has progressed to the middle or late stage now, and the infection has lasted for at least six months."

"Then, can I still be cured?"

The doctor glanced at him and said tactfully, "Let's cooperate with the treatment first."

Zhou Yan felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He recalled that the hospital where he had his last check-up was under the Zhou family's control, and the person in charge behind the scenes was Zhou Rang.

It wasn't difficult for Ming Yiwei to go for a medical check-up with him and persuade Zhou Rang to change his medical report.

This insidious and vicious woman deliberately delayed his illness from the middle stage to the middle-to-late stage.

He looked at the red rash that had spread to his neck, and a surge of anger welled up inside him.

He will not let Ming Yiwei off the hook, nor will he let Zhou Rang off the hook!

They're the ones who ruined themselves and Su Er's lives!

Unable to challenge Zhou Rang himself, Zhou Yan thought of his fourth uncle, Zhou Li, who was the only person in the entire Zhou family who could rival Zhou Rang.

Moreover, he, like himself, harbored a grudge against Zhou Rang.

Zhou Yan acted immediately and set off to find Zhou Li.

Meanwhile, Yan Zhen stayed in Zhou Rang's large apartment, spending his days eating, sleeping, playing games, watching movies, drawing sketches, and occasionally keeping track of the progress of Su Er and Fu Rong's entertainment affairs. He lived a leisurely and carefree life.

Fu Rong's career collapsed completely; major platforms banned his accounts and removed films and television dramas related to him. He was blacklisted.

A few days ago, a reporter photographed him entering and leaving the hospital, completely covered up, presumably for medical treatment.

As for Su Er, she is still unconscious.

Yan Zhen was engrossed in reading the gossip when his phone rang. It was a call from Ming Yirong.

Recently, Ming Yirong called her several times, first apologizing for what he had done in the past, and then appealing to her emotions and reasoning with her, saying how difficult life would be for his family without the three thousand yuan she regularly gave him every week.

Yan Zhen slid down to answer the phone, and Ming Yirong repeated the same old lines, with only one purpose: to get money.

Seeing that Yan Zhen remained unmoved, Ming Yirong had no choice but to make a condition—since she no longer wanted to return to this family, as long as she received one million yuan as a "severance payment," her parents' future medical care and retirement would be none of her concern.

Yan Zhen wanted to laugh, and directly exposed his thoughts: "After the money for severing ties runs out, will you start asking for a 'love-severing fee'? Do you really think I'm stupid?"

When Ming Yirong's attempts to coax her failed, he started playing the victim: "Your mother loved you so much when you were little, how could you bear to abandon her? Now she doesn't even have money for dialysis..."

"If she can bear to let you and Dad, those two idiots, leech off me, why shouldn't I be able to abandon her?"

Yan Zhen laughed, "But Ming Yirong, I still advise you to take her for dialysis. If she's gone, no one will care about you and Dad anymore, no one will do your laundry and cook for you, and no one will cry and protect you when you're beaten."

“You…” Ming Yirong was furious: “Fine, you wait, I’m going to sue you in my parents’ name for not supporting them.”

"Go ahead, find a reliable lawyer. Whether you and your son can get enough money from me to live a life of ease and comfort for the rest of your lives depends on this lawsuit."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Zhen felt a sharp pain in her wrist. She rolled up her sleeve and saw that two of the wounds had healed by 90%, but the other one had worsened.

This represents the unfulfilled wish to save Ming's mother.

“Not everyone can be saved, or deserves to be saved,” Yan Zhen muttered to himself. “When people are determined to court death, it’s like rain falling from the sky—you can’t stop them.”

Yan Zhen rolled up his sleeves and picked up his phone to continue scrolling through gossip.

Zhou Rang came out of the laundry room with folded and dried clothes in his arms. He didn't ask who had made the phone call, but said, "The fridge is empty, let's go to the supermarket together."

"it is good."

Yan Zhen changed her clothes and went out. Zhou Rang drove, and she sat in the passenger seat, tapping and clicking on her phone, occasionally raising the screen for facial recognition.

Zhou Rang asked, "What are you doing?"

Yan Zhen didn't even look up: "Donate."

"Ok?"

“Ming Yirong is suing me for not supporting my parents. I’ll win this kind of lawsuit every time. The court’s ruling on alimony is based on personal assets. I don’t want these bloodsuckers to benefit from the money I’ve worked so hard to earn.”

She planned to leave this world, and to prevent her personal assets from becoming an inheritance for her parents and relatives after her death, she decided to donate them all.

Since the mission completion rate can't reach 100% anyway, we might as well go all the way and leave those bloodsuckers no way out.

When they arrived at the supermarket, Zhou Rang was in charge of selecting items, while Yan Zhen pushed the shopping cart behind him, and the two strolled around leisurely.

As Yan Zhen walked into the snack section, he noticed a gaze coming from the corner of the shelf.

She kept a close eye on things and circled around a few times. Upon closer inspection, she discovered that at least six people were following them inside the supermarket.

Was it her enemy or Zhou Rang's enemy?

Yan Zhen remained calm and casually put a repair tool kit into his shopping cart before leaving the supermarket.

Zhou asked, "Why are you buying this?"

Yan Zhen smiled mysteriously: "It works."

While scanning the code to pay at the cashier, Yan Zhen noticed out of the corner of her eye that six people were quietly surrounding her. She handed her wallet to Zhou Rang and said, "Use my card."

She had a premonition that tonight would be her chance to escape this world.

Zhou Rang looked at the wallet in his hand, hesitating whether or not to spend her money.

Yan Zhen saw through his thoughts: "If I don't spend it, I'll just donate it."

Zhou Rang then opened his wallet, rummaged through it a couple of times, took out his card and handed it to the cashier, his eyes drawn to the photo in the wallet's inner pocket.

While Yan Zhen was fiddling with his toolbox, Zhou Rang pulled out the photo and saw that the figure in the photo was himself. His heart skipped a beat.

She must care about him a lot, otherwise she wouldn't have kept his photo in her wallet and carried it with her at all times.

He must treat her very, very well from now on, so as not to let her down.

After paying, the two walked out of the supermarket. Yan Zhen nudged Zhou Rang and said, "There's ice cream over there. Can you buy me one? I want matcha flavor."

Zhou Rang, carrying a bulging shopping bag in one hand, reached out to take her hand with the other: "Let's go together."

"I'm not going." Yan Zhen dodged his hand, took the shopping bag and put it on the ground, her tone lazy, "I don't want to queue."

Zhou Rang glanced around. The supermarket was very crowded at this time, with people coming and going all around. She wouldn't have any problems staying here by herself.

"Okay, then wait for me to come back."

After Zhou Rang left, Yan Zhen rummaged through her shopping bag, took out her toolbox, pulled out a ten-centimeter-long double-ended screwdriver, removed the handle, and then used the screwdriver as a hairpin to tie her hair into a bun at the back of her head.

After doing all that, she walked towards the parking lot.

As soon as she reached a secluded spot with few people, she heard footsteps behind her. A pair of hands covered her mouth, and several men easily shoved her into a car and quickly drove away from the supermarket.