[I have already applied for withdrawal from school. Please find another student aid option for me. Thank you so much.]

He showed the phone to Nan Yu, his hands trembling so much he almost dropped it.

He lowered his head, not daring to look at the two of them.

Her eyes were already red, and she bit her lip hard to keep from crying.

He felt it was all too late.

“It hasn’t come down yet. I won’t sponsor others, I’ll sponsor you. Five thousand isn’t enough, I can give you more. Don’t skip school, there are lots of fun things to do outside. You need to study hard so you can go further in the future.”

"Besides, your grades are so good. It's a real pity that you have to drop out of school just because you don't have money. Your parents worked so hard to send you to university, and now they're proud of you. How will you explain this when you go back home?"

Nan Yu scratched her head, racking her brains to persuade him.

Because he himself has no worries about money, the young master doesn't understand the hardships of life.

After Gu Han showed him those materials, Nan Yu felt an indescribable sadness. The rich have no upper limit, and the poor have no lower limit. They struggle and tumble in the long river of history, and in the process, they will be scraped and hit by countless pebbles and withered branches.

When people live in society and interact with others of the same kind, they may be ridiculed and ostracized. The perpetrators may not care, but the victims may feel like they are living a life worse than death.

Nan Yu didn't know what kind of constitution Yu Zhan had.

Aside from getting into university, everything else in my life has been incredibly unlucky.

Her lips were bitten until they bled, but she couldn't hold back her tears.

Like pearls falling from a broken string, large drops pelted down, quickly soaking the white sheets. She sobbed silently, her hands gripping her legs tightly, curled up in a seated position, her body trembling like a leaf.

Nan Yu froze, looking at Gu Han helplessly.

Gu Han grabbed his arm and led him out into the corridor outside the ward.

Gu Han: "Are you sure you want to sponsor him?"

Nan Yu nodded.

Gu Han nodded, "I'll handle it. His father's condition isn't good, so we'll help him appropriately. Don't tell him you'll take care of everything."

"If we help someone to the end, we'll cure his father. Then he won't have to worry about his family anymore, and he can go to school without any worries. Isn't that great?"

If the Yu family wants to solve all their problems, one million is enough. This amount of money is just a drop in the ocean for the young master. It can be resolved in one go, so why should they offer some help?

Wouldn't it be troublesome to have to check it every month?

Having spent years navigating a cutthroat world where people prey on each other, Gu Han had long since seen through the nature of humanity. A small favor is appreciated, but excessive favors breed resentment. Who can guarantee that someone will always be kind-hearted? What if one day they become resentful?

The donor will get an ungrateful wretch.

Ungrateful people may hate social injustice and what they might do to their benefactors; no one can predict.

Yu Zhan might not be that kind of person.

But Gu Han needs to eliminate all uncertainties.

Gu Han: "Human hearts are unpredictable. If you want to help him, listen to me. Don't give him more than 10,000 each time."

He was still worried about Nan Yu. He felt that the young master really had no concept of money. After all, the time he spent the entire annual GDP of a town in a single day.

For him, zero is just a number.

"Forget it, wait until the seven days are over, don't contact each other, I'll transfer the money to him, okay?"

In any case, as long as it makes Yu Zhan less miserable, Deng Xin won't say anything. The photographer waited and waited in the ginkgo forest, almost scratching his head off. This employer is quite unpunctual.

But who can blame them when they pay more?

All we could do was pace back and forth and wait.

As dusk fell, after telling Nan Yu about Yu Zhan, Gu Han asked, "Are we still going to take pictures?"

Oh, right!

He completely forgot about this little accident. The setting sun was shining through the glass window into the corridor. It's going to rain tomorrow. If he doesn't take a picture, Dengxin will definitely regret it.

"shoot."

Gu Han took the little hand and said, "Let's go then."

Nan Yu: "Wait a minute, let's take care of Yu Zhan's matter first."

Gu Han: "His matter can't be resolved here. We'll contact the school leaders tomorrow to see what happens."

Nan Yu: "Then let's go in and tell him, leave our contact information, so we can find him later."

Gu Han nodded, and they entered the ward one after the other.

Hearing the door open, Yu Zhan struggled to control her emotions, hastily wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes with her fair but rough palms. She tried to get out of bed, but Nan Yu quickly came over and said:

"You have a slight concussion. The doctor said you need to rest well for the next month and shouldn't move around."

I had a concussion and got so emotional that my vision went black, kind of like low blood sugar. I almost fainted. I closed my eyes and calmed down for several minutes before nervously typing this:

[Thank you. My name is Yu Zhan. What are your names, my two benefactors?]

Nan Yu: "My name is Nan Yu, and his name is Gu Han."

Yu Zhan was timid, but at this moment, a light seemed to shine in his eyes—a hope for the future.

Thank you so much. I will definitely study hard in the future and live up to your expectations. Although I may not be of much use, I will do my best to help you if you ever need my help.

Nan Yu smiled at him, and there were tissues in her pocket.

He took it out and handed it to Yu Zhan.

He was like a bright little sun, bringing warmth to a heart riddled with wounds.

"Study hard, you're really great, you're always among the top students."

With his excellent grades, he could have easily won a scholarship, but unfortunately, his interpersonal relationships were so poor that no one recommended him or gave him any votes.

Yu Zhan blushed at the praise, but was still very grateful to the young man.

He always felt like he was mud after the rain, something no one wanted to get involved with. Just when he was in despair, a benefactor appeared in his life, and Yu Zhan really wanted to cry.

He was truly grateful to Nan Yu.

Nan Yu: "Let's exchange contact information."

Yu Zhan reached out and grabbed his broken phone with its shattered screen. His fingers trembled as he tapped the screen to open the QR code.

Gu Han wanted to stop Nan Yu Sao, out of selfishness, he didn't want the two of them to have too much contact. "I'll add you. Doesn't your phone get confiscated all the time?"

Gu Han said it on purpose.

Nan Yu scanned the QR code and said, "It's okay, you can add one too."

He listens to the housekeeper and doesn't transfer too much money to Yu Zhan. He adds her on WeChat, chats with her occasionally, and checks on her situation sometimes. It's not a big deal, is it?

Gu Han was helpless.

After adding him, I transferred 5,000 yuan to him directly.

Nan Yu transferred 9999. The housekeeper said not to exceed 10,000. 9999 did not exceed that, nice.

Yu Zhan was taken aback and looked up at the two of them. Gu Han didn't say anything after he found out, because he couldn't possibly embarrass the young master in front of an outsider.

"I'll arrange things at school tomorrow. This isn't the first time you've been bullied, is it?" Gu Han asked.

Yu Zhan nodded, her eyes red.

"Okay, send me their names later. We have other things to do here. You can decide where to go later. I'll transfer money to you regularly every month from now on."

Yu Zhan couldn't hold back her tears again. Embarrassed, she wiped them away, choking back sobs and stammering, "Thank you... thank you, thank you... thank you all..."

Gu Han led Nan Yu away, paused for a few seconds at the door, and said to the boy lying on the hospital bed:

"Your stuttering is something doctors can't cure; you need to correct it through your own practice."