"Human hearts are unpredictable," Yan Aohan said seriously to Zhu Yanyi. "People always have a sense of luck. When they reach despair, they cling to 'maybe' and 'what if.' Fang Enhua knew this, but for her sister, as long as there was a chance, she took the risk. She just thought too simply."
"Does Fang Enhua have someone behind her?" Zhu Yanyi asked with concern.
Yan Aohan smiled faintly. "I don't know. He heard about this from a roommate."
"Why does it keep coming back to roommates?" Zhu Yanyi felt confused. "What is really going on?"
Yan Aohan explained, "Fang Enhua didn't know about the medical book. His roommate mentioned a five-hundred-year-old legend and the book. He said it cures any illness, even blood cancer, easily."
"Even better than my Azure Sovereign Qingdi," Zhu Yanyi giggled.
"Stop joking," Yan Aohan glanced at her. "I’ve sent people to investigate. On the surface, he’s a transfer student, a high school sophomore, and a local celebrity. They call him the 'Basketball Prince.'"
"Basketball Prince?" Zhu Yanyi was speechless. "Who thinks of such a title?"
"Even a 'Wine Prince' is a prince. Besides, 'Basketball Prince' sounds sunny," Yan Aohan smiled lightly, though he didn’t care for such titles.
Zhu Yanyi shook her head. "Young dreams are too虚幻 (illusory). A prince is less real than a beast." She sighed. "Too many fairy tales."
Yan Aohan laughed. "That has nothing to do with you." He turned serious. "How do you plan to handle Fang Enhua?"
"Wait until I know her character," Zhu Yanyi said calmly. "I’m interested in blood cancer, but if her character is bad, I won’t treat her, no matter my interest. She isn’t the only one with blood cancer."
Yan Aohan looked at her deeply, then nodded. "I’ll have someone handle it."
"Good." Zhu Yanyi stood up. "Regarding Hui Junlan, until Fang Enhua’s matter is resolved, I’ll bring her back weekly to live with Sister Zhang."
"You decide," Yan Aohan said. Then he added, "By the way, a new housing project is developing. Do you want to buy some units?"
"Housing project?" Zhu Yanyi was slightly surprised. "Where?"
"In the ancient city area. There’s a wasteland being developed. I have shares, so you can buy early if you want."
"How much per square meter?" Zhu Yanyi asked. She had money, but needed to budget.
"Fifty percent is for fundraising, so prices are low. A 120-square-meter unit is 8,000 yuan; a 60-square-meter one is 4,000 yuan," Yan Aohan said seriously. "I bought two buildings to hold onto." He seemed to enjoy hoarding property.