"The doctor said this surgery will cost 150,000 yuan. Look...sigh, maybe we should just not get treatment?"

My father's voice was a little heavy.

Everyone saw that Qian Ning's expression became increasingly serious, his eyes were bloodshot, and his body couldn't help but shake.

But the voice is still high-spirited.

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

"Don't worry about the money. My boss appreciated me and just gave me a promotion."

"This 150,000 yuan is only my three months' salary."

"It's too late now. Tomorrow, as soon as it gets light, I'll go to the bank and transfer the money to you. Is that okay with you?"

"Okay, okay, okay."

The father opposite seemed relieved and gave instructions with a smile.

"But your son, you must hurry up!"

"The doctor said your mother's surgery can't be delayed. If you want to be treated, you must pay on time tomorrow morning!"

"Don't worry, don't worry!"

Qian Ning smiled and hung up the phone.

But the moment he hung up the phone, he couldn't help but grab his hair and slammed his head hard on the back of the chair behind him.

[Ah, this action is clearly overwhelmed.]

Looking at him, I seemed to see myself.

When netizens saw this scene, they all sighed.

Song Jinshu glanced at the dazed ghost. The ghost still had empty eyes and sat on the ground in the same posture as before death, without any intention of moving.

Song Jinshu turned his gaze back to his phone.

"You have a winning information, please extract it."