"Don't worry, the medicine has been delivered."
As Lu Siqiao chuckled, there was a knock on the Cheng family's door. Zhang Wei handed over a paper bag, saying it was a delivery.
Chen Luoxia opened the paper bag and her expression immediately changed. She yelled at the person on the other end of the phone, "Qiaowa, this tiny bottle of liquid, no bigger than a finger, is the exorbitantly priced life-saving drug you were talking about? There's no packaging at all; it's practically a counterfeit product. Are you deliberately messing with us?"
"Whether the medicine works or not, you'll know once you try it on Fang Dingding." Lu Siqiao ignored her and hung up the phone.
Chen Luoxia was so angry that she smashed the phone.
"Dingding, this is medicine sent by that brat. There's no instruction manual. Look—" She was holding a small bottle of liquid medicine, about to advise Fang Dingding to wait a little longer, but Fang Dingding took the medicine, opened the cap, and drank it all in one gulp.
Chen Luoxia turned pale and said, "Dingding, what if it's that brat's trick and she harms you?" It was too late to stop her.
At this moment, Fang Dingding's expression changed. Her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and her whole body seemed to be infused with a continuous stream of vitality, warming her icy hands and feet quickly.
"So comfortable." She squinted her eyes, enjoying the changes in her body.
"Mom, this stuff can save my life." After a long while, Fang Dingding closed her eyes slightly, her voice carrying a complex meaning, "If Qiaowa is willing to supply me with these medicines in the long term, even without a kidney transplant, I might be able to live a little longer."
She stood up from her wheelchair, stretched, ran to the window, and took a deep breath of fresh air, looking incredibly relaxed.
Chen Luoxia felt both sorrow and joy.
The good news is that my daughter has cheered up again.
The sad thing is that the medicine costs 100 million yuan, which is something they can't afford even if they are rich.
“I heard the Fang family is having a party and they specially invited Qiao Wa to attend. I want to go too.” Fang Dingding opened her wardrobe and started looking for suitable clothes. “I want to talk to her.”
Chen Luoxia hurriedly stepped forward to help, scolding, "Look at you, child. If you want to see Qiaowa, I'll bring her over. Why go to crowded places where the air is bad? It'll only make you feel uncomfortable."
Fang Dingding ignored her advice and instead reminded her, "Mom, things are different now. We need to make up with Qiaowa. Even if her prices are fairer, I can accept buying medicine to prolong my life. I don't want to lie in the hospital like a living dead anymore, waiting for a miracle to happen."
Hearing this, Chen Luoxia felt heartbroken and cursed, "That wretched girl Qiaowa, why didn't she take out such good stuff back then? She clearly wanted to torture you. By the way, I suppose the old man became so energetic after taking these medicines."
"You're her own sister! Blood is thicker than water. No matter how much you hate someone, you can't just stand by and watch her die!"
"If you want to go, Mom will go with you."
After venting her anger, Chen Luoxia helped Fang Dingding get dressed, vowing to persuade Lu Siqiao to arrange a meeting with the miracle doctor tonight no matter what.
As long as he can get close to the miracle doctor behind her, Dingding will no longer have to suffer from the torment of illness.
The mother and daughter dressed up happily, and didn't even remember to call Lu Siqiao back.
Lu Siqiao didn't expect them to change their minds. At this moment, she was taking Mo Yan and Li Rou shopping at the largest department store in Beijing.
The three girls were all dressed in the clothes of Sunny High School, dressed simply, which was a stark contrast to the fashionable women around them who wore high heels and had curly hair.
Mo Yan spotted a pale yellow dress on a mannequin in the display case. She led her entourage inside and searched for dresses on the shelves, but could only find plus-size options.
There were only a few female customers trying on clothes inside, and saleswomen in black short dresses were moving among them, warmly greeting them.
Mo Yan made a gesture, and although a tall female sales clerk clearly saw her, she continued to lower her head and pretended not to hear.
"Waitress, can someone come and help her?" Mo Yan said, annoyed, as she walked up to the saleswoman.
The tall man then leisurely took the dress from her hand and asked, "This is our store's latest dress, it costs five hundred yuan. Are you sure you want to buy it?"
No wonder Andy Lau said that the service attitude today is not good.
Whether in the past or present, there has never been a shortage of people who look down on others.
Li Rou wanted to step in and smooth things over, knowing that five hundred yuan was no problem for Mo Yan at all.
But Mo Yan reached out to stop her, seemingly intentionally teasing the saleswoman, and said in a calm voice, "How do I know if it fits if I don't try it on? Even if I want to buy it, it has to look good on you first."
"Oh, and this one too, and this one, get size M for my two sisters to try on." She picked out three more dresses from the shelf, without even looking at the prices, and stuffed them all into the woman's arms.
The saleswoman, holding the clothes, said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "You want to try on so many? Let me be clear, these dresses all start at several hundred yuan, and this one, for example, is eight hundred yuan. Are you sure you can afford them? I'll get them for you then."
In short, they felt that the girls couldn't afford it and wanted to get rid of them.
Mo Yan raised an eyebrow: "What kind of attitude is this? Aren't clothes displayed for people to try on? Look, she's tried on a whole bunch of dresses. Does that mean she'll buy them all?" She pointed to a pile of dresses on the chaise lounge in front of her.
The saleswoman said indifferently, "That's a regular customer of ours, of course he can afford it."
As they were talking, two girls came out of the fitting room, pointed at Mo Yan and exclaimed, "Hey, Mo Yan, Lu Siqiao, you're here to buy dresses too?"
Fang Yao, wearing a dress adorned with lace, swaggered up to Mo Yan, glanced at the clothes in the saleswoman's arms, and finally fixed her gaze on Li Rou's face.
"Li Rou, you scavenger, do you even deserve to be here? Hmm, you smell sour and rancid. Did you eat leftover steamed buns?" She didn't dare to confront Lu Siqiao directly, but she didn't want to miss any opportunity to mock her, so she set her sights on Li Rou.
"Fang Yao, have you not brushed your teeth in a long time? Why does your breath smell so bad?" Mo Yan retorted. "It's not like you own the mall. You can't just come and go as you please."
Fang Yao pouted, having had her fill of venting, and was about to leave.
Upon hearing that Li Rou was a garbage collector, the saleswoman's expression turned even colder.
"Miss Fang, do you know them?" she asked Fang Yao ingratiatingly.
Fang Yao nodded and whispered, "They are my classmates, poor bastards from the countryside."
"That's right, Miss Fang is truly wealthy and powerful. How can those poor wretches compare to you?" The saleswoman, eager to process the order, approached Mo Yan and said haughtily, "Sorry, I'm very busy and cannot serve you. Ah Xiang, come here for a moment." She called over the cleaning girl and said disdainfully, "You serve her."
This guy actually looks down on her!
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