Chapter 005: Middle-aged in the Elevator

"I understand a little bit," Du Guanglin smiled again, but did not say much more. He simply stated, "If it is convenient, I still hope you can go to the hospital for a detailed examination"

"Hehe, Mr. Du, as long as you are willing, you can come to work at Chuangyuan anytime tomorrow. Personally, I also very much hope to see you again." However, Wang Minghai did not give Du Guanglin a chance to explain further; after saying the last sentence, he hung up the phone.

Just as he was resting with his eyes closed, a sudden ringtone from his mobile phone broke the silence. Du Guanglin was first startled, then filled with joy. Was there a notification?

"It is I. May I ask who you are?" Du Guanglin hurriedly replied, while secretly speculating about which company this person might be from

After chatting for a few moments, the elevator arrived at the first floor. Neither of the two asked for the other's name; they simply walked towards the exit of the building.

It was not until Du Guanglin walked out of the last company's door that he suddenly slapped his forehead and thought to himself, "Oh no!" Regardless of whether those waiting for notifications were just formalities, he currently did not even have a single mobile phone.

Du Guanglin clearly remembers that the patients he saw at the municipal hospital with a spirit level below -0.5 were either missing limbs or had a mummified appearance, but the one before him was truly peculiar

It was not until after 8 PM that he wearily hurried back home, and upon arriving, he immediately collapsed onto the bed in the study.

"Young man, what are you staring at me for?" Perhaps it was Du Guanglin's earlier strange behavior, along with the overly peculiar peeping that continued until this moment, which made the other party displeased. The middle-aged man finally turned to the side, cleared his throat lightly, and spoke with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Are you from Jiulou Chuangyuan Advertising?"

What if a company really contacts him? Wouldn't that mean missing an opportunity? ... But the phone ... ... Just thinking about the phone makes Du Guanglin feel a pang of pain; he is out of money, and he is already deep in debt. Just considering the examinations and treatments he underwent today, along with last night's hospitalization fees, it is clear that the costs will not be low. Even if he finds a job, he will have to scrimp and save for several months before he can repay He Lili ... ... But this phone, he really cannot do without it. Even if he finds a job, he will have to scrimp and save for several months before he can repay He Lili ... ... But this phone, he really cannot do without it.

After laughing, Du Guanglin said, "Mr. Wang, I believe you have truly misunderstood. Even if one is seeking treatment for an illness in a haphazard manner, one must still find a genuine doctor. I really..."

I picked up the phone to answer, and a somewhat familiar voice soon came through, "Hello, may I ask if this is Mr. Du?"

Oh? You can even read someone's complexion?" The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, revealing a hint of interest. Recently, he had indeed felt that his physical condition was not as good as before. Not only had he lost weight, but he also frequently felt fatigued and had a lack of appetite, occasionally experiencing abdominal pain, along with several other symptoms. However, he thought this was merely a consequence of prolonged hard work, so he had not paid much attention to it. Only his wife had insisted he undergo a comprehensive physical examination a few days ago, and it seemed that the report would be out in a couple of days. He had not given this matter much thought, but how could this young man in front of him have noticed that he was feeling unwell at a glance? And why was he staring at him so strangely?

So now, are you going to work at Chuangyuan by yourself? ... The implication in the other party's words is certainly not that they value your design abilities, but rather that they seem to think your skills might be of help to them

Upon thinking of this, Du Guanglin found it somewhat amusing and exasperating. Was Wang Minghai really that imaginative? Cancer is indeed a terminal illness. Although medical conditions have greatly improved, and even late-stage cancer is no longer necessarily fatal, it was absurd that Wang wanted to get close to him just because of a somewhat indiscreet remark he made in the afternoon. Wasn't this a bit too childish?

I merely noticed that you seemed to be on the verge of death. Murmuring this strangely to himself, Du Guanglin somewhat evasively replied, "I apologize, Mr. Wang, I truly only thought you looked a bit unwell this morning, which is why I brought it up."

Oh? Yes." Du Guanglin responded with a hint of surprise, yet he answered affirmatively.

In the remaining half of the day, he spent his time in interviews, consecutively visiting two companies. Although neither of those companies provided a clear response, their attitude was somewhat better, merely asking him to wait for further notice.

Ah, is it you?" Du Guanglin suddenly recalled, where had he heard this voice before? Wasn't this the handsome middle-aged man with a spirit value of -0.7? How could he have his own phone?

Mr. Du, I would like to ask, did you notice anything this afternoon?" With Du Guanglin's response, the voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became excited, "You must know, the way you looked at me this afternoon was really strange. Even when I went for a check-up a few days ago, the doctors at the municipal hospital did not think I was ill; they only believed it was due to excessive fatigue...

Mr. Du, I received the examination report from a few days ago this afternoon. Wang Minghai's tone grew increasingly heavy, I have cancer, stomach cancer, in the advanced stage

On the other end of the phone, there was no response for a long time. Just when Du Guanglin thought the call had been disconnected, Wang Minghai's voice suddenly rang out again. However, the topic had shifted elsewhere. "Hehe, Mr. Du, did you go to Chuangyuan this morning for an interview for the graphic advertising designer position"

If the middle-aged man had directly reprimanded him for his rudeness or had an extremely poor attitude, Du Guanglin would still have apologized, but it is unlikely he would have asked any further questions, after all, the other person's life or death was ultimately none of his business. However, since the other party was clearly already very dissatisfied yet still asked in a very friendly manner, just because of this attitude, Du Guanglin developed a slight fondness for him

"Ah, I apologize." A hint of embarrassment flashed across Du Guanglin's face; it was indeed very impolite to have been staring at the other person for so long, so he hurriedly offered his apology. After hesitating for a moment, he then slightly lowered his voice and said, "Sir, have you been feeling unwell lately?"

Ah... Du Guanglin was suddenly taken aback, but he quickly regained his composure. It seemed that this answer was not surprising to him; the other party's vitality was almost at the level of a dead person. If that were the case, it would not be unusual for him to be suffering from a terminal illness. Therefore, in the next moment, Du Guanglin quickly leveled his tone and said, "That is truly unfortunate. I hope Mr. Wang's illness can be cured soon"

"Hehe, of course not." Du Guanglin was also amused, but he no longer felt the need to explain anything. He had already reminded him; if he chose not to go, he couldn't force him to go.

In a state of helplessness, he hurriedly rushed to the second-hand market in Hecheng, spending over 100 yuan to acquire an old phone that was barely functional. He also restored his previous phone number. After sorting all this out, Du Guanglin had even less money left in his hands

Ah... at this moment, Du Guanglin suddenly thought that Wang Minghai remembered he had entered the elevator from the ninth floor. Therefore, when he discovers his medical examination report and wants to find him, he only needs to return to Chuangyuan and retrieve his resume... Those resumes were all made in the past, and the contact information on them is still the number he has just restored and is currently using. The only thing that seems strange is that Wang Minghai is the boss of Chuangyuan, which is located on the ninth floor of the building, so why would he come down from upstairs? Of course, such personal matters are beyond his concern, and he is too lazy to care.

I am Wang Minghai. The other party responded softly, seemingly infused with a hint of despair, yet within that despair, there was a faint glimmer of hope. "This morning, we met in the elevator of the Guanghe Building."

"Oh? You wouldn't happen to be from the hospital, would you? The current examination fees are quite high!" The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, but then he smiled and joked further.

"Alright, you can start work tomorrow at 8:30 AM. As for the compensation, we can discuss it in person tomorrow." Suddenly, a light laugh came from the other end of the phone, "In fact, Chuangyuan Advertising is a company I founded myself."