The old lady's face was pale, and she seemed to be in bad shape.

Su Xiulan didn't care about anything else, and carried the old lady on her back and ran towards the clinic.

As luck would have it, the clinic Su Xiulan went to was the same place the old lady was going to get her medicine; it wasn't far, only a few minutes away.

Upon seeing this, the old Chinese medicine doctor said with relief, "Oh dear, Old Lady Xie is truly blessed to have met such a lucky young lady. If she had arrived any later, things might have been very difficult!"

He immediately began first aid for the old lady, administering injections and medication.

Su Xiulan quickly waved her hand: "It's just a matter of lending a hand, it's nothing."

Seeing that the old lady's vital signs had returned, Su Xiulan left the clinic with peace of mind and went straight to the city gate to find Meng Shuyun.

Meng Shuyun sat at a wonton stall on the street. Across from her, Su Xiangyang looked like a starving ghost who hadn't eaten in ages. He devoured a bowl of wontons in a few bites, leaving two empty bowls in front of him, not a drop of soup left.

"Mom, I'm still not full. Give me another bowl."

Su Xiangyang wiped his mouth, looking like he hadn't had enough, completely disregarding how unpleasant it had been with Meng Shuyun the night before regarding tuition fees.

He knew perfectly well that trying to squeeze tuition fees out of Meng Shuyun was harder than climbing to heaven.

Meng Shuyun has always been stingy; she only receives money from others. Su Xiangyang should be grateful that she doesn't covet the five yuan "tribute" he left.

Suddenly, a shout, tinged with surprise yet also questioning, shattered the ordinary breakfast atmosphere. "Su Xiangyang, it's you! What are you doing here?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Xiang Shanshan holding several old books, standing prettily in front of the wonton stall.

She was filled with doubt. Hadn't Su Xiangyang gone to work in the south?

When did you get back?

They promised to send money back every month, but I haven't even heard a word or made a phone call.

The thought of Su Xiangyang breaking his promise instantly turned Xiang Shanshan's originally delicate face into one of frost, making her look exactly like a heartbroken young wife.