"And then?" Wang Qian asked, "What are Brother Long and the others planning to do?"

"I heard... they gave up on treatment!"

A look of reluctance appeared on Lin Xiaoyu's face.

Wang Qian also fell silent.

In those days, 20,000 yuan was an unattainable sum for most rural families.

If he hadn't been reborn and quickly gotten back on track, let alone 20,000 yuan, even 1,000 yuan could sometimes drive them to their deaths.

If you ask to borrow from relatives, everyone is poor, and there aren't many families that can come up with a thousand yuan in savings.

Even if they had it, they might not be willing to lend it to you.

Therefore, if a family gets a serious illness that requires a lot of money to treat, they often choose to give up.

Yang Shenglong had been working for him for some time, but his monthly salary was only a few hundred yuan, which was a drop in the bucket compared to the 20,000 yuan surgery fee and was completely inadequate.

What are you planning to do?

Lin Xiaoyu suddenly cautiously followed up with a sentence.

Wang Qian suddenly came to his senses and asked in return, "Then what do you want me to do?"

"I think we should help if we can, since Brother Long is a straightforward person and quite loyal to you, but..."

After a pause, Lin Xiaoyu continued, "After all, this is not a small amount of money, and you are the head of the family. You have considered things more thoroughly, so you should make the decision yourself."

"Xiaoyu, do you know what I like most about you?" Wang Qian asked with a half-smile.

"where?"

Lin Xiaoyu was taken aback at first, then as if she had thought of something, the blush that had just faded returned to her face, and she said with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, "Why are you always so unserious in private?"

However, after hearing what Wang Qian said next, she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Wang Qian said, “It is your integrity and kindness that awakened my conscience, which was almost extinguished. You made me feel extremely ashamed and embarrassed. So no matter how much I do for you and this family, I feel it is far from enough and I am not worthy of your sincere heart.”

Lin Xiaoyu blinked, feeling a little unreal.

She roughly understood these poetic and philosophical words, but they left her feeling somewhat flattered.

Is she really that good in Wang Qian's eyes?

Wang Qian suddenly reached out and stroked her cheek, saying with utmost seriousness, "Xiaoyu, you are the most precious person in my life. Your character cannot be measured by money or material possessions. Marrying you is the greatest fortune of my life!"

"Qian, what's wrong with you today?"

Lin Xiaoyu was somewhat flustered and at a loss. "You weren't like this before. How come you suddenly seem like a different person?"

"Never mind that!"

Wang Qian smiled and said, "All you need to know is that I will love you with everything I have!"

"What you said makes me a little embarrassed..."

Lin Xiaoyu blushed, her beautiful eyes flickering for a moment. Then, as if remembering something, she stared intently at Wang Qian, "Do you like me simply because of my character and conduct?"

Wang Qian was taken aback.

After realizing what he meant, he quickly waved his hands, "Of course not only that, your gentleness and virtue, as well as your beauty, are definitely a big reason why I like you."

As he spoke, he quickly kissed Lin Xiaoyu's forehead, as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water.

"You bad guy!"

Lin Xiaoyu pinched Wang Qian, then got to the point, "By the way, are you going to help with Brother Long's family matter or not?"

"We definitely have to help!"

Recalling the conversation between Yang Chunlan and Yang Zihuan on the way here, a hint of ruthlessness flickered in his eyes, "Not only will I help, but I will also expose the hypocritical masks of some people!"

...

Night fell.

The courtyard of Yang Shenglong's house was packed with people, all of them with sad faces and tears in their eyes.

Even those who weren't originally sad appeared quite serious in this somber atmosphere, and apart from the children, no one was laughing or playing around.

Some of them have already begun preparing various items for the funeral.

In the main room, Yang Shenglong sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes already red, but he stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

Beside him, his sister Yang Ju was already sobbing uncontrollably.

"Xiaolong, Xiaoju, don't cry!"

The old man on the bed forced a smile, "It's all fate, crying won't help."

"Mom... Waaaaah!"

Yang Ju cried even more bitterly.

Yang Shenglong couldn't hold back his tears either.

But he seemed to want to be seen, so he got up and walked towards the house next door.

After a brief moment of sobbing, Yang Ju forcibly wiped away the tears on her cheeks and quickly walked to the room where Yang Shenglong had just been.

"Brother, haven't you been working for Wang Qian lately?"

She walked up to Yang Shenglong and said in a pleading tone, "Or, you..."

"no!"

Before Yang Ju could finish speaking, Yang Shenglong interrupted, "He has already helped our family enough, and Mom needs 20,000 yuan for surgery. Wang Qian is not related to us, and no matter how rich he is, he would never lend us that much money."

"Did you ask him?" Yang Ju asked.

Yang Shenglong felt a little guilty. After avoiding eye contact, he said in a stern but weak voice, "No, but even if I asked, he probably wouldn't lend it to me."

"Is there really no other way?"

Yang Ju's face was full of resentment, and tears began to well up in her eyes again.

She was indeed resentful, but her brother was right. They had no relation to Wang Qian, and if it were just a few hundred yuan, or even a thousand or two, they might have lent him the money.

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