Before the man and the bird started fighting, Nan Xian found out the origin of Diao Yu's "new appearance".

In the past two days, Diao Yu didn't go anywhere else but wandered around the hospitals in the capital, pretending to be a patient's family member and asking people for information.

Where there are many people, there is much gossip, and sure enough, he quickly found his target—

Dong Binbin, male, 27 years old, single, working in Beijing, works as an ordinary office worker.

Dong Binbin's father died in an accident when he was very young, and he was raised by his mother. His mother was an ordinary rural woman with only a primary school education. In order to raise him and support his education, she worked day and night. As long as there was money, she would do any kind of work, no matter how hard or tiring.

Dong Binbin lived up to expectations. Although he was not particularly gifted, he eventually got into a second-tier university through his own efforts. After graduation, he came to Beijing to work. After saving money for several years, he finally rented a decent two-bedroom apartment in Beijing and brought his mother from the countryside to live with him.

But before he could truly let his mother enjoy a better life, tragedy struck—

Six months ago, Dong Binbin's mother suddenly fainted while cleaning at home. After being taken to the hospital, the doctor told Dong Binbin that his mother had anaplastic meningioma and that her life would be in danger if she did not have surgery in time.

Dong Binbin didn't let his mother know the truth about his illness. He lied and said he was working overtime at the company, but actually worked two jobs. During the day, he worked as a clerk typing on a keyboard, and at night, he worked as a food deliveryman. He worked hard in all kinds of weather, and could only sleep four or five hours a day, all to raise the 300,000 yuan needed for the surgery.

However, even a hero can be brought down by a lack of money. For some wealthy people in the capital, 300,000 yuan might just be a night of extravagant entertainment, but for ordinary migrant workers like Dong Binbin, it is an astronomical figure that is out of reach.

My mother's condition is urgent; every day wasted means that she may lose a chance of recovery.

Dong Binbin dared not slack off for a minute. He worked desperately to earn money, but the disease still mercilessly slashed its blade.

Dong Binbin's mother's condition deteriorated rapidly, and she was admitted to the ICU just half a month later.

As we all know, the ICU is a place where money is spent to save lives, and every day spent there is a huge expense.

Dong Binbin swallowed his pride and borrowed money from all his close friends and relatives, but in the end he could only raise 180,000 yuan.

120,000 are still short.

At this point, almost everyone was advising him to give up.

Anaplastic meningioma is not a simple disease. Even if it is surgically removed this time, there is a possibility of recurrence in the future.

Moreover, even if the surgery is very successful, the patient can only survive for a few more years at most.

"It's not worth it, let's forget about it."

"You've done your duty as a filial son; it's all fate..."

That's what they were saying.

Seeing his mother, who had raised him with great difficulty, suffering from illness and growing more and more haggard each day, Dong Binbin felt heartbroken. He wished he could take his mother's place and suffer instead. He simply couldn't bring himself to sign the waiver.

Finally, he thought of selling his organs.

He has two kidneys; he can still live even after having one removed and sold.

You can only have one mother; losing her will be a lifelong regret.

It was at this moment that Diao Yu took the initiative to approach him.

"So you gave Dong Binbin 300,000 yuan for the surgery?" Nan Xian looked at him, resting her chin on her hand. "But where did you get the money?"

Doesn't he just have a pile of scrap metal?

Diao Yu shook his head vigorously. His money was all for the adults; how could he easily give it to others?

“I made a deal with him. He lent me a month of his lifespan, and I gave him a chance to improve his mother’s luck.”

"Exchange luck?" This was the second time Nan Xian had heard the word "luck," but last time it was about giving, and this time it was about exchanging. She immediately asked, "How do I exchange it?"

“His mother has a life filled with misfortune and hardship, and she will have to go through countless tribulations in her life. This illness is the biggest tribulation. He will have a great opportunity after he turns forty. If he seizes it well, it will be no dream for him to rise to prominence and become a person of high status. So I asked him, ‘If you could exchange your future great fortune for your mother’s current bad luck, would you be willing to do it?’”

Looking at his face, Nan Xian smiled with relief.

"What will happen to his mother after her luck changes?"

“If it turns from malignant to benign, I estimate—” Diao Yu tilted her head and thought for a moment, “that she can live for another ten years or so.”

Upon hearing the result, Nan Xian breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her sore nose.

"A person with such filial piety will surely have a better life in the future, even if he loses his good fortune."