The old man sneered, "Your son was caught kissing Ye Lan in the street by the old lady of the Ye family. The Ye family is quite reasonable; they came to talk about it first. If you don't agree to the marriage proposal, just wait for the old lady to come knocking on your door!"

"So what if they come to my door? I don't agree anyway. The Ye family is really laughable. Ye Lan, that piece of trash, wants to be matched with Qingquan? What a pipe dream!" Yue Hongxia said sarcastically.

The old man, displeased with what he heard, couldn't help but retort, "Even if Ye Lan isn't good, at least she didn't let anyone tear her apart!"

They really think they're something special! What are they anyway?

Lu Qingquan's expression changed drastically; his lower body, which had finally started to heal a little, began to hurt again.

For the past two days, he hasn't dared to eat, only drink water, but he still can't avoid going to the toilet, and what comes out is all blood. He is in so much pain that he feels like he's going to die, but his heart is aching even more.

I have nightmares every night, dreaming of that ugly George, pinning him down...

And those two rows of gleaming white teeth, and that huge, sausage-like mouth... they appear in his dreams every night. He doesn't dare close his eyes now; his nerves are like fragile steel wires, ready to snap at any moment!

"Dad, Qingquan is your own grandson, why are you always siding with outsiders?" Yue Hongxia complained.

"I don't have such a shameful grandson. I've told you all this, take it or leave it. Just don't come here again, and don't tell me anything!"

The old man berated the couple mercilessly and chased them away. He felt annoyed and suffocated whenever he saw that family!

Lu Mo reminded him, "Grandpa, Qingqing said that Old Madam Ye wants a dowry of ten thousand yuan!"

The old man paused for a moment, then waved his hand impatiently, "None of you should get involved in this. Let your second uncle and aunt argue with that old lady. Nobody else should interfere!"

Lin Shufang wanted to speak, feeling that a dowry of 10,000 yuan was too high. Lu Mo shook his head slightly at her, and Lin Shufang immediately shut up and didn't say a word.

Anyway, she listens to her son!

The old man was in a bad mood and had lost his appetite. He was sullen all day. Lu Mo brought good news, "Grandpa, Qingqing will have surgery on my leg tomorrow!"

"Do it tomorrow? Are you sure you can do it?"

The old man's attention was indeed diverted, and he became very worried.

Lu Mo was full of confidence, "It will definitely succeed. Qingqing performed surgery on sixteen rabbits, and they all recovered very well. The success rate is 100%."

The old man laughed heartily, his worried expression vanishing. "Good, good... Qing'er is really amazing. Where will you have the surgery tomorrow?"

“A private hospital, which Wei Shao contacted.”

To ensure everything went smoothly, Ye Qingqing asked He Weishao to arrange for a sterile operating room. Fortunately, it was just a leg surgery, so the environmental requirements were not as strict as for other major surgeries, and the operating room in the small hospital was sufficient.

The next day, Ye Qingqing, Lu Mo, the old man, and Lin Shufang all arrived at the small hospital. He Weishao and Ding Ba were also there, and everyone looked very solemn.

"Don't be nervous, you'll definitely succeed!"

Lu Mo noticed Ye Qingqing's nervousness and gently comforted her. After hesitating for only a moment, he finally reached out and tightly grasped Ye Qingqing's hand.

One black and one white, one big and one small, one rough and one soft... yet they are remarkably harmonious.

These large hands quickly calmed Ye Qingqing down. She took a deep breath, smiled at Lu Mo, and her eyes became firm.

She will definitely succeed!

It must succeed!