37: Chapter 37 You're a rich young lady from Beijing's elite circles, dare I say no?

The next day, at the hospital.

Yang Fan arrived at the hospital with the two women.

Yang Fan sent Jiang Lan to handle the discharge procedures for his grandmother, while he needed to undergo a check-up himself.

The results were excellent, and the doctor was genuinely bewildered; he had Yang Fan's previous results, which indeed showed the onset of kidney failure.

But this time, the examination turned out normal. Could it have been a misdiagnosis?

Yang Fan didn't care about all that; he took the results, saw everything was fine, and left. The doctor wanted to ask for more details, but Yang Fan ignored him.

He wasn't shocked; after all, in the theory of Traditional Chinese Medicine, there is no such thing as cancer.

Cancer is just a term coined by Western capitalists; even if there were drugs to cure it, ordinary people wouldn't have access to them.

The wealthy would only give you a sliver of hope to keep you hanging on, forcing you to keep spending money.

During this time, Li Anlan kept holding his hand; in such a strange environment, she was afraid she might get lost and be unable to find Yang Fan.

She had also been quite frightened when they took the car; something that could move without being pulled by horses, at such a high speed, and operated by just a girl—it was truly miraculous.

Moreover, it was very comfortable to sit in.

"Hu... Brother, is this a medical clinic? It's so big!"

Yang Fan smiled; it seemed she had seen the word "Hospital."

"Yeah, these aren't the kind of doctors you're familiar with. You'll understand in time. Normally, going to a hospital or a TCM practitioner is fine."

Li Anlan was doing well; although she was quite nervous coming here, she remained relatively calm and didn't cause any issues.

It seemed the daughter raised by Emperor Taizong of Tang was quite capable and composed. Last time, when he had cut down that young master from the Boling Cui clan, he himself had vomited.

Li Anlan was unfazed; she even helped pat his back to soothe him, as if to her, he hadn't cut down a person, but rather a chicken.

The blood of royalty was still there.

As for Western medicine, Yang Fan felt it actually had some merits.

For example, for acute issues, he would still recommend rushing to a hospital for Western medicine because it worked quickly. For something like appendicitis, if you waited for TCM and encountered an unreliable practitioner, you'd die of pain.

The two of them went to Yang Fan's grandmother's ward together; they had already started packing their things.

They turned around and saw Yang Fan bringing a girl in.

"Xiao Fan, let's go home!"

Grandmother's complexion had clearly improved, and her voice was much more resonant.

"I'm planning to buy a house in Shanghai. If you stay here, you'll be closer to the hospital, and if you fall ill again, we can get here faster."

"Home, let's go home. I can't stay here; I'm not used to it. I can't even go out the door here; it's driving me crazy."

Yang Fan was helpless; elderly people really weren't suited for life in the big city. In the village, she could at least visit neighbors and chat.

She was likely very anxious in the hospital with no one to talk to. Yang Fan's father was also a man of few words; it would be strange if she wasn't restless.

"Alright, we'll stay for tonight and head back tomorrow."

The weather wasn't cold yet, so staying at home would be fine. He could buy a house in the city over there; it would be perfect with heating in the winter.

Yang Fan had Jiang Lan arrange for his grandmother to stay at the same hotel he was in; it was quite nice.

He then made a phone call to Ye Qingcheng.

"Hello, I need a favor."

"Let's hear it."

Ye Qingcheng's voice sounded sluggish; she was likely lying down.

"I need to register someone for a household permit."

"You didn't go after another girl, did you? Kid, watch your step. It's one thing to get the girl, but why do you need her household registration?"

"Just because you have money doesn't mean you can bully people like this."

Ye Qingcheng's voice rose several decibels, clearly dissatisfied with Yang Fan's actions.

"No, it's someone who has no household registration at all."

Yang Fan was speechless. What kind of person did this woman take him for? It was an insult to his character.

"You're in Shanghai, right? I'm in Shanghai too. Let's meet up."

Ye Qingcheng was also planning to attend tomorrow's auction; she wanted to see who would win the other two pieces of calligraphy.

Yang Fan named a cafe very close to the hospital.

The two of them strolled over.

"Brother, I see so many people here. Why aren't there any soldiers on duty? If a riot broke out here, how many people would die?"

Li Anlan found it strange.

Yang Fan put his arm around her waist. This little girl's train of thought was quite peculiar; her first thought upon seeing so many people was the fear of a riot.

"Don't worry, no one will riot. Weapons today aren't like they were a thousand years ago, where you could start a rebellion with just a kitchen knife!"

They arrived at the cafe, and Yang Fan ordered three coffees.

Before the coffee was even ready, Ye Qingcheng had arrived.

Her outfit this time was much more normal, at least it was summer attire.

Ye Qingcheng looked at the girl beside Yang Fan and clicked her tongue; Yang Fan really knew how to pick beauties to go after.

"Is she the one you're getting the household registration for?"

"Yes."

"How could she not have a household registration? Are there still such beautiful undocumented residents in the country?"

Ye Qingcheng took a photo of Li Anlan with her phone.

Then she sent a message to someone.

Li Anlan nervously gripped Yang Fan's hand; after all, she really wasn't from this world.

Moreover, Yang Fan had explained the importance of identity to her the previous night.

"You don't need to worry about that. If it were a simple matter, would I need to bother you?"

"Ahem, so are you going to use that favor my grandfather owes you? That would make things much simpler!"

But after she finished speaking, she saw Yang Fan just staring at her without saying a word.

Within a few minutes, she felt embarrassed herself; after all, she had already gained quite an advantage.

With Yang Fan's wealth, if he wanted to get someone a household registration, he could just throw out tens of millions, and plenty of local officials would be willing to do it.

"I was just joking; don't be so serious."

Ye Qingcheng quickly received word: this girl before her had no record of ever appearing in China from childhood to adulthood; she had only appeared today alongside Yang Fan.

"Give me her information. I'll send it over and get her registered."

"Li Anlan, 18 years old, birthday June 15th."

Ye Qingcheng's lips twitched; it was so damn simple.

"Will the registration be in Shanghai too?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I've got it. It'll be done by tomorrow, and I'll have the documents delivered."

Ye Qingcheng sent out Li Anlan's information. She had already sent the photo earlier; this matter wasn't difficult for her at all.

"Thanks. Are you also planning to go to the auction today?"

"Yeah, I'm here to take a look. What, just because I don't have money, I'm not worthy of watching?"

Ye Qingcheng retorted directly. She thought Yang Fan was too much of a playboy; it had only been a few days and he'd already swapped girls.

Good things were simply wasted in the hands of such a person.

Yang Fan was speechless. How would he dare say that? If she said she wanted money, people would be lining up to give it to her.

"No, you're a Big Miss of the beijing circle. Would I dare say you're not worthy? I wouldn't want to miss seeing tomorrow's sun."

After saying that, Yang Fan looked at Li Anlan; she was the true Big Miss of the capital.

"Don't talk nonsense. We live in a society ruled by law; you make me sound like I'm in the underworld!"

"I heard from Li Yang that you sold a lot of zhenguan gold ingots to the auction house? Do you have any more?"