He dedicated his entire life to the country and served his people with a clear conscience. The only thing he felt sorry for was his wife.

His wife was with him when they were young and suffered a lot in that turbulent era. After they finally established the new China, she died of illness. Even before her death, he was too busy with state affairs to accompany her.

"Old man, can you hear me? You have a sudden heart attack and your condition is very dangerous. Do you have any medicine with you? If you do, please blink."

Seeing his dazed expression, Song Youyou said slowly.

After pinching his philtrum, she immediately searched his trouser pocket, but didn't find the medicine.

No, this is not his wife.

Disappointment flashed in Lu Yuanyuan's eyes.

His wife always looked at him with gentle eyes, but the little girl's eyes were cold.

Since his wife hadn't come to pick him up, he didn't want to die yet.

Lu Yuyuan heard the little girl's words clearly, slowly and with effort raised his hand, and touched his chest pocket.

Song Youyou saw his actions and quickly took action.

"Old man, please forgive me during this critical moment."

As he said that, he reached into his pocket and actually found a small box of pills from the small pocket on his chest.

"How many tablets?"

While questioning, Song Youyou skillfully took out a water bottle from her bag. The water in her water bottle was mixed with spiritual spring water, and it should be helpful to his body when used to deliver medicine.

The current Song Youyou has long forgotten her original purpose.

I forgot that at first I just wanted to see what Song Baozhu wanted to do, and then I became the mantis catching the cicada and the oriole was the queen.

From the first moment she saw the critically ill old man, she felt sad.

Moreover, probably because the old man had a kind face, she felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to him.

So she had long forgotten her original motive and was only thinking about rescuing the old man and not wanting him to be killed.

"Still can't speak? Then I'll feed you two?"

Seeing that he couldn't speak, Song Youyou had to make her own decision.

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man lying on the ground opened his mouth cooperatively.

Seeing this, Song Youyou immediately stuffed the pill into his mouth, then lifted his head and fed him some water.

"Drink a few more sips."

Another short sentence.

As the superior, Lu Yu was far from being disgusted by her commanding tone. Instead, he opened his previously closed mouth and obediently drank a few more sips of water.

It's no wonder that the water tasted so sweet that he could feel it sliding down his throat into his stomach. Then, warmth arose in his stomach and spread to every part of his body.

The aching heart seemed to be soothed, and breathing became smoother.

"Pay, pay, pay, I will pay! Have I paid your medical bills yet? Stop pushing me! I just bumped into you, and you're still holding on to me!"

Song Youyou spat, broke free from the entanglement, and felt resentful in her heart.

If she hadn't been in a hurry to do something important today, she wouldn't have been so lucky.

He took out the money from his pocket and handed it over with reluctance, and then Song Baozhu stood up.

But just as she stood up, she saw someone carrying an old man on his back running towards the hospital, with Song Youyou holding on beside him.

This scene made Song Baozhu's eyes bloodshot.

How to do it?

How did this happen?

She dreamed of becoming the benefactor of the Lu family.

In the end... this overwhelming wealth was actually caught by Song Youyou?