The old man seemed to have been stimulated by something, and his whole body began to tremble violently. His emotions instantly became extremely agitated, and his voice was a roar filled with anger and despair.

"No need! I recognize your voice. You're the one who said my little potato's time has come, that he's destined to leave, right?"

Fang Weiwei froze on the spot. She never expected that the old man would remember her voice.

She subconsciously pressed her hands down in front of her to try to calm the old man down, forcing a slightly forced smile on her face, her tone gentle yet tinged with urgency.

"Grandpa, please don't get agitated. Even if I said those words, it was all out of good intentions, all for your own good. Don't you think that makes sense?"

The old man stared intently at her, as if trying to pierce her soul. He paused, then asked with a mixture of confusion and resentment, "What did you say? For my own good?"

Seeing that the old man seemed to have taken her words to heart, Fang Weiwei quickly pressed her advantage.

"Grandpa, let me explain. We really can't raise the money for the surgery right now. That's the reality. If you take the child home, you can stay with him and let him spend his last few days comfortably. That's better than staying here and worrying, isn't it? We don't need to take this extreme path. Why don't you take him home safely?"

Although Fang Weiwei was outwardly trying to persuade him not to jump, what she was truly worried about was that if this tragic suicide turned into a murder, the hospital would inevitably be thrust into the eye of the storm of public opinion, attracting endless trouble.

What frightens her even more is that if others knew that this desperate old woman had the idea of ​​jumping off the building because of her words, her career and even her entire life would probably be shrouded in gloom.

The old man narrowed his weathered eyes and slowly said, "Let him spend his last happy moments? Dr. Fang, you probably don't know, this child is now tormented by illness to the point that he's no longer recognizable as a human being."

As his grandfather, my heart is breaking into a million pieces. I just want to free him from this torment as soon as possible, but how can I bear to let him go alone? So, I only want to stay with him, to leave this heartbreaking world together.

After the old man finished speaking, he looked up at the sky and said, "This world is too bitter. My little grandson has only been in this world for a short year. He hasn't even had a chance to properly experience the warmth of the world before he was afflicted by illness. And because we don't have the money for treatment, he can only wait to die in this corner of the hospital."

I only hope that in his next life he can be reborn into a good family, even if it's just a wealthy one, so that when he gets sick, he won't be driven to despair by the cruel reality of not being able to afford medical treatment.

As the old man's weathered voice faded, he dragged his heavy steps and slowly took a few more steps toward the edge of the rooftop. His swaying figure made everyone present's hearts clench.

"Grandpa! Wait a minute..." A clear, childlike voice rang out.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, the old man slowly turned his head, a glimmer of light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

Qiu Mang stood not far away, looking flustered and holding Qiu Li, who also looked worried.

“Young lady…” The old man’s chapped lips trembled slightly.

"Grandpa, can we say goodbye to Little Potato?" Qiu Li's warm and sweet voice came from behind.

The old man's gaze slowly shifted to Qiu Li, as if he had fallen into a brief moment of contemplation.

After a long silence, he slowly lowered his head, his voice low and weak: "Child, I know you mean well and want to persuade us to change our minds, but this matter... is beyond saving. Don't waste your time on us."

As he spoke, his thin, bony finger pointed to the sky, and a smile miraculously appeared on his face, but within that smile lay endless sorrow and despair.

"Did you hear that? The child's grandmother has come to pick us up. Our family should be reunited now."

Qiu Mang's eyes reddened, and he shouted, "Grandpa! Wait a minute! As long as you promise to live, I'll help you through any difficulty, no matter how big. We'll figure out a way together, okay?"

The old man stubbornly shook his head, his sparse white hair dancing wildly in the wind.

"Girl, everyone has their own path to walk. You are still young, and you have a long life ahead of you. Don't let our problems ruin your life."

"What if I help you pay your medical bills? Can you come down?" A cool, yet undeniable voice rang out.

Qiu Mang looked in the direction of the sound and saw Lu Yanting walking steadily out of the crowd with a tall and proud figure.

The afterglow of the setting sun gently outlined his cold profile, leaving a soft halo that made him, who was usually aloof, appear more gentle than usual.

The old man struggled to lift his head, his gaze fixed on Lu Yanting, who stood before the crowd.

The man wore a bespoke suit, perfectly tailored, which showed off his tall and upright figure. His deep features were as cold and stern as if carved by a knife, and the aura he exuded made it clear at a glance that he was no ordinary person.

However, the old man was also a little confused. Would such a complete stranger really help him?

At this moment, Dean Fang also rushed over. He stood at the front of the crowd and said with concern, "Old man, Dr. Zhao has already given me a detailed report on your situation. I know your difficulties. Don't worry, I will do my best to help you solve this problem."

The dean's words carried weight, and a glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in the old man's eyes.

The dean then walked to Lu Yanting's side and respectfully introduced him: "Sir, this is the famous president of the Lu Group, Mr. Lu Yanting."

For many years, he has been dedicated to public welfare, generously donating money to support various projects at our hospital, benefiting countless patients.

In the past two days, Mr. Lu has heard that our hospital has many patients like your grandson who are seriously ill but cannot afford medical treatment due to poverty. Therefore, Mr. Lu has donated a sum of money to our hospital. Now we have decided that this money will be used specifically to help impoverished patients with serious illnesses.

"As long as the conditions are met, we will reduce or waive the medical fees. According to Dr. Zhao, we believe your grandson's condition fully meets our criteria. So, sir, please go downstairs! We'll have Dr. Zhao develop a surgical plan for Little Potato now!"

Upon hearing these words, the old man seemed to have all his strength drained away. His legs went weak, and with a thud, he knelt down.

His weathered body trembled, his chapped lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but his surging emotions choked him, and he could only let the tears flow freely down his wrinkled face.

"Alright! Dr. Zhao!" Dean Fang's expression sharpened, and he quickly gave a wink to someone behind him.

Dr. Zhao understood immediately and quickly stepped forward, carefully helping the elderly man up. He gently comforted him, saying, "Grandma, let's walk slowly, don't rush. The child can be saved, everything will be alright." As he spoke, he steadily helped the man down.

With the crisis averted and the rooftop returned to calm, Dean Fang breathed a slight sigh of relief before scanning the bustling crowd.

When he saw Fang Weiwei standing to the side with her head down, trying to hide herself, his face instantly darkened.

Fang Weiwei keenly sensed the gaze her father was casting, and couldn't help but shudder, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

Sure enough, the next second, Dean Fang shouted angrily, "Come here!"