“Oh? You can read someone’s complexion too?” The middle-aged man’s expression changed, showing a hint of interest. Lately, he had indeed felt that his health was much worse than before—he’d lost weight, often felt inexplicably weak and had no appetite, and sometimes even had stomach pains, along with several other symptoms. But he thought it was just the aftereffects of long hours of hard work, so he hadn’t paid much attention. Only his wife at home had forced him to get a comprehensive checkup a few days ago, and it seemed the report would be out in the next couple of days. He hadn’t really thought much of it. But how did this young man in front of him see at a glance that he was unwell? And why did he keep staring at him so strangely?

“I know a little bit.” Gavin Dawson smiled again, but didn’t say more, only added, “If it’s convenient, I still hope you’ll go to the hospital for a detailed examination.”

“Hm? You’re not from the hospital, are you? Medical exams aren’t cheap these days!” The middle-aged man was taken aback, but then laughed, even making a joke.

“Heh, of course not.” Gavin Dawson was amused as well, but didn’t explain further. He’d already given the reminder—if the man didn’t go, he couldn’t exactly force him.

After a few more casual words, the elevator reached the first floor. Neither asked the other’s name, and both walked out of the building.

For the rest of the day, he spent his time in interviews, running to two more companies in a row. Although neither company gave a definite answer, their attitude was at least better, and they just told him to wait for further notice.

It wasn’t until he walked out of the last company’s doors that Gavin Dawson suddenly slapped his forehead, cursing inwardly. Whether those “wait for notice” lines were just polite brush-offs or not, he didn’t even have a phone right now.

If a company really tried to contact him, wouldn’t he miss the opportunity? But a phone… Just thinking about it made Gavin Dawson wince—he was out of money, already deep in debt. Just thinking about today’s tests and treatments, plus last night’s hospital stay, none of it would be cheap. Even if he got a job, he’d have to scrimp and save for months before he could pay back He Lili… But a phone was something he really couldn’t do without.

With no other choice, he hurried to the Hecheng secondhand market, spent a little over a hundred yuan on a barely usable old phone, and restored his old number. After all that, Gavin Dawson had even less money left.

It wasn’t until after eight in the evening that he finally dragged himself home, exhausted. As soon as he got home, he collapsed onto the bed.

Just as he closed his eyes to rest, his phone suddenly rang. Gavin Dawson was startled at first, then delighted—was this a job offer?

He grabbed the phone to answer. A somewhat familiar voice quickly came through: “Hello, is this Mr. Dawson?”

“This is he. May I ask who’s calling?” Gavin Dawson replied quickly, secretly guessing which company this person was from.

“I’m Matthew Walker.” The other party answered softly, with a hint of despair in his tone, but within that despair, there was a faint trace of hope. “We met this morning in the elevator at Guanghe Building.”

“Oh, it’s you?” Only then did Gavin Dawson suddenly remember where he’d heard this voice before—wasn’t this the handsome middle-aged man with a qi-spirit value of -0.7? How did he get his number?

“Mr. Dawson, this afternoon I received the results of the checkup I did a few days ago.” Matthew Walker’s tone grew heavier. “I have cancer. Stomach cancer, and it’s close to the late stage.”

“Ah…” Gavin Dawson was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered. It seemed this answer wasn’t all that surprising. The man’s qi-spirit value was almost at the level of a dead person—so it wasn’t strange if he had a terminal illness. The next moment, Gavin Dawson quickly steadied his voice and said, “That’s really unfortunate. I hope Mr. Walker’s illness can be treated soon.”

“Mr. Dawson, I want to ask—did you see something this afternoon?” As Gavin Dawson answered, the voice on the other end suddenly became agitated. “You know, the way you looked at me this afternoon was really strange. Even when I went for the checkup a few days ago, the doctors at the city hospital didn’t think I was sick—they just thought I was overworked…”

“I just saw that you were close to death, that’s all.” Muttering this to himself, Gavin Dawson replied evasively, “Sorry, Mr. Walker, I really just thought you looked a bit unwell this morning, so I kindly mentioned it.”

On the other end, there was a long silence. Gavin Dawson thought the call had been disconnected, but then Matthew Walker’s voice came again, suddenly changing the subject: “Heh, Mr. Dawson, did you go to Chuangyuan this morning to interview for a graphic designer position?”

“Huh? Yes.” Gavin Dawson replied, a little surprised but certain.

“Alright, you can start work tomorrow at 8:30 a.m. As for the salary, we can discuss it tomorrow.” A light chuckle came from the other end. “Actually, Chuangyuan Advertising was founded by me.”