For example, the 10,000 yuan was used to save someone's life.
It was taken away by the original owner, who had no money to treat his illness. The minor illness turned into a major one, and in the end he could only wait to die.
Not to mention the original owner's parents and brother,
The two adults are a bit biased towards boys and have their own little thoughts.
But it's all within the tolerable range.
And they didn't treat the original owner in a very bad way. They provided food, drink and tuition.
As for dislike, aren't most parents like that? When they're around, they find everything they dislike unpleasant, but when they're gone, they're definitely worried.
In the end, he died.
I can only say that the original owner was too cold-blooded, only loved himself, and was selfish enough.
There's also the boss's family, the disfigured girl, and the other victims...
Thinking about how he had to pay off debts to so many people on behalf of the original owner, Xihe wanted to escape.
How long will she be busy?
With a heavy sigh, Xihe fell directly onto the bed, but... actually it was simple to think about, as long as she didn't take the plane like the domineering president.
As long as there is no contact, future events will not happen.
Then she doesn't need to make any compensation.
But... Xihe touched the thick stack of money under his pillow and decided to deliver it to the person tomorrow.
A sultry wind blew in, and the girl's long breathing could be heard from the bed.
On the second day,
At daybreak, Xihe opened his eyes.
Touching the sweat on her forehead, she sat up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. After washing up, she lit a stick of incense in front of the statue, then Xihe took the money and went out.
The air is cool in the morning,
She bought two buns and a cup of soy milk on the roadside, walked along the road, and came to the vicinity of the hospital.
Early in the morning, many people lined up at the hospital.
It is said that suffering is different, but happiness is the same. However, when she looked at them, she felt that the sorrow on everyone's face was actually the same, with only a few showing joy.
She went up to the second floor and came to the last ward.
There were several people lying on two rows of neatly arranged beds, all soundly asleep. She walked to the last bed and was suddenly a little surprised.
She actually knew this person.
The original owner’s junior high school classmate, Qiao Kuan.
The young man was lying on the bed, sleeping very uneasily, as if enduring some pain. Xihe thought for a moment and reached out to feel his wrist.
"Hey, who are you to Qiao Kuan? Why didn't he come for so long when he was sick?"
A nurse came in.
Xihe let go of his hand and said with a smile: "I am..."
"This is his bill. Since you're here, just pay it. It's been owed for two days." The nurse interrupted her directly.
Looking at the bill, Xihe stopped talking.
"Go ahead, first floor lobby."
The nurse said as she gave Qiao Kuan an IV drip.
Xihe glanced at the sleeping Qiao Kuan and went downstairs to pay the bill.
After thinking about it, she went to the snack stand outside and bought a bowl of white porridge, then brought it upstairs.
The young man in the ward had not woken up yet. Xihe sat down on a stool beside her and started playing with her mobile phone. She had already thought about what she wanted to do in this world.
Just write novels.
She is not like the original owner, who is obsessed with becoming rich and powerful. She just wants to live a stable life.
After browsing the Internet and finding the most popular novel website, Xihe started to register a pen name. No ID card was required without signing a contract. After that, he could start typing directly.
At the moment she started writing, a smile suddenly appeared on her face.
Just write about a world she has experienced.
The clock on the wall ticked away, and people in the ward began to get up one after another. Nurses came in to give IV drips or call patients. Xihe's fingers quickly pressed the screen, his face serious.
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