Xia Xiaolan and Zhou Cheng arrived in New York on Friday evening, when they also brought Jiang Yan’s medical information to Klaus.

By the next afternoon, Klaus had feedback:

“Dr. Bellman is an authority in this field. After reviewing the documents, he’s willing to take the case, but he doesn’t have time to perform surgery in China. You’ll need to bring the patient to America for treatment. The entire treatment will take a year. For perfect results, you should follow Dr. Bellman’s recommendations.”

Have Dr. Bellman and his team make repeated trips to China?

This wasn’t something money alone could solve—Dr. Bellman himself wouldn’t agree.

Jiang Yan wasn’t a celebrity or political figure; it wasn’t realistic to expect Bellman to go to China just to treat her. With China’s medical environment already lagging behind America’s, choosing not to use better medical facilities and instead insisting on operating in a less advanced location would make Dr. Bellman seem foolish.

A year of treatment in America for Jiang Yan?

“Zhou Cheng, didn’t you say Jiang Yan had a falling out with her family? Will anyone accompany her for treatment in America?”

It wasn’t that Xia Xiaolan lacked sympathy—getting Jiang Yan treated quickly would prevent her from constantly contacting Zhou Cheng.

“They did have a falling out. Jiang Yan’s thoughts differed from her parents’. I visited her before leaving China. Her parents had returned to Nanjing, leaving her alone in Beijing.”

Damn!

What kind of parents were they? No wonder they could raise a psychopath like Jiang Wu. The behavior of Jiang Yan’s parents fully lived up to Xia Xiaolan’s poor impression of the Jiang family.

These weren’t just different thoughts—they were trying to use their parental care as leverage, leaving Jiang Yan alone in Beijing to see if Zhou Cheng would take care of her.

Well, sorry to disappoint the Jiang family’s plans, but even if Zhou Cheng wanted to help, he couldn’t abandon his career to stay in America for a year caring for Jiang Yan—Comrade Jiang Yan would end up in Xia Xiaolan’s hands instead.

After translation, Klaus understood Xia Xiaolan and Zhou Cheng’s concerns.

“When patients receive treatment from Dr. Bellman, they can hire professional caregivers. Professional caregivers are more suitable than family members. We don’t encourage family care—most relatives lack basic medical knowledge.”

Professional caregivers were indeed the most convenient.

The hospital provided standardized nutritional meals, sterilized hospital gowns, and took care of all daily needs.

In Klaus’s view, whether family members visited or not wasn’t important.

As a surgeon, he’d seen too many patients who entered the hospital alone for surgery, recovered, and left alone, never involving their families throughout the process!

Zhou Cheng nodded, “Give me some time to get the patient’s consent.”

Klaus was indifferent.

Jiang Yan was the one injured—if she wanted the best treatment, she should come to America. If she didn’t want to leave China, Klaus wouldn’t force it. He was just conveying Dr. Bellman’s message, not acting as an international medical broker seeking commission!

“Zhou, about what I mentioned last night—want to check out the club? I don’t have any surgeries today or tomorrow.”

Since Klaus had just helped them, Zhou Cheng couldn’t refuse. Xia Xiaolan had already expressed support last night. Coming to America without having to carry bags for state enterprise bosses on inspection tours, Zhou Cheng should take the opportunity to experience new things!

“Klaus, can Connie and I come too?”

Klaus looked at her in surprise, “You like shooting? Connie doesn’t like it at all.”

Shooting required high-precision control, just like surgery, which was why Klaus enjoyed it. During his separation from Wen Manni, the club had been his stress relief.

“I only handled a rifle during college military training, but I think Zhou Cheng would be willing to teach me?”

Zhou Cheng thought, with those eyes looking at him like that, teaching her to shoot was nothing—he’d give his life for her.

Wen Manni didn’t like guns.

Fortunately, the club wasn’t just for shooting—there was also a horse riding area where she could do a few laps.

“Connie, you can ride horses!”

Among people Xia Xiaolan knew, perhaps Ji Jiangyuan could?

Even in America, horseback riding wasn’t for ordinary people—it required substantial time and money.

Upper-class wealthy people rode expensive, gentle-tempered pedigree horses, groomed until their coats shone, running on carefully maintained tracks.

Then there were ranch cowboys who rode horses, but that wasn’t for sport—it was a necessity of life with the horses kept in farm stables.

Xia Xiaolan couldn’t ride either.

In her previous life, her clients hadn’t been this high-end—they’d just followed trends learning golf, tea ceremonies, and some wine tasting.

“Horse riding isn’t difficult. I’m just an amateur too. If you like it, you could learn.”

Since Xia Xiaolan was going, Wen Manni decided to go too.

Xia Xiaolan felt Wen Manni hadn’t been lying last time—they hadn’t just ended their separation but seemed to have truly started anew.

Wasn’t Klaus’s enthusiasm in helping them twice due to Wen Manni’s influence?

Maintaining a relationship couldn’t rely on one-sided effort. Klaus helped because Xia Xiaolan had some connection to Wen Manni, and now when Klaus wanted to relax at the club, though Wen Manni didn’t like it, she was willing to accompany him.

This was mutual accommodation.

As an old club member, Klaus easily brought Xia Xiaolan and Zhou Cheng in.

“Hector, buddy, didn’t expect to see you here!”

As soon as they entered the club, Klaus met an old acquaintance.

However, Mr. Hector had finished training and was packing up to leave. They exchanged a few words before parting—Hector seemed in low spirits.

Klaus shrugged, “Hector isn’t in a good mood. He seems to have lost his job recently. He’s unlucky—his former boss embezzled company funds, implicating many people. The case is being handled by Connie’s law firm.”

Zhou Cheng withdrew his gaze, “He has military experience.”

Klaus was surprised, “You can tell?”

Zhou Cheng nodded with certainty.

Klaus gave a thumbs up, “Your observation skills are impressive. Hector was a security manager at a hotel and served in the Marines! After retiring, Hector was lucky to find work—you can tell his job was decent since he could be a member here.”

Klaus was feeling indignant on Hector’s behalf.

Wen Manni took Xia Xiaolan aside, “Unemployment is common in America, nothing special to hear about. China’s different, right? I heard jobs in China are lifetime positions… Honestly, that’s a bit scary.”

Were jobs without unemployment good?

They were stable, but Wen Manni found the idea of never changing jobs throughout life terrifying—it would make people lose their competitive edge.

America and China had different national conditions, naturally leading to such differences.

Xia Xiaolan had no interest in debating this with Wen Manni. She principally agreed with Wen Manni’s view—the current “iron rice bowl” situation in China would undergo major changes in just a few years.