The girl who booked the private room yesterday was actually a real player named "Qingfeng Fuyun Liu" from the game "Flying Immortal Peach Blossom Paradise".
"I'm going home now," the girl said, refusing the money offered to her. She scooped the money from the table into Ali's backpack, a smile blooming on her bright face. "I'll come back tomorrow. Those of you who didn't get any, wait for me here tomorrow."
A group of young men were completely charmed by the girl calling them "little brother." Although they were disappointed that they hadn't bought the equipment, they were too embarrassed to stop the girl.
Someone said, "Little sister, it's so late, be careful on your way home. How about I give you a ride?"
These words were spoken without a hint of frivolity, but rather with a touch of concern.
The girl smiled brightly: "No need, I have a knife." After stuffing the money into Ali's backpack, the girl reached inside with her fair little hand and pulled out a gleaming kitchen knife.
The ceiling lights in the hall shone on the kitchen knife, and the bright, silver stainless steel blade dazzled everyone's eyes.
The young man who had just offered to take Bi Xie home paused, chuckled dryly, and made way for her, saying, "Little sister, have a safe journey."
"Okay," Bi Xie nodded, "Bye-bye."
The girl disappeared around the corner of the internet cafe, and after a few more sighs in the lobby, things gradually calmed down.
When Bi Xie returned to the hotel, An Chen was indeed not asleep. His eyes were fixed on the door, and it was unclear how long he had been staring at it.
"Brother, why aren't you asleep yet?" Luckily, she came back half an hour early and guessed that An Chen wouldn't go to sleep obediently.
He is a patient now and needs to rest.
"Wait...wait for An'an," the man said with a smile, his clear, bright eyes shining.
Bi Xie's smile faltered for a moment, then curved upwards again. "Brother, you're the only one in this world who cares about me. Don't abandon me."
Hearing this, An Chen's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled faintly, "Brother won't abandon An An alone, he won't..."
The girl stepped forward and massaged the boy's stiff limbs, which had become rigid from maintaining one position. "Brother, do you want to turn over?"
An Chen was stunned. He did want to turn over, but now that he was paralyzed on one side, it was very difficult for him to turn over. He stared at An Xie for a while, his eyes sparkling with a strange emotion.
An'an has become sensible.
Seeing that he nodded, Bi Xie slowly turned him over.
"Goodnight, brother," Bi Xie turned off the light, and only the moonlight filtering in through the curtains remained in the room.
Only a hazy shadow remained in the room. An Chen said in a clear voice, "An... An, goodnight."
The next day, after the two finished breakfast, Bi Xie helped An Chen out of the hotel.
"An'an, where are we... going?" An Chen remained calm, seemingly accepting whatever An Xie took him.
Little did Bi Xie know that An Chen was thinking that An An was out of money and the two of them might have to live under a bridge.
Let alone under a bridge, if An'an ever feels he's a burden, he'd be willing to die with her!
Bi Xie hailed a taxi: "Driver, to the hospital."
The driver was very talkative, but nothing much happened during the drive. Besides, I've never seen such a well-matched couple in all my years of driving, so I couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with your partner?"
How did such a young man become paralyzed?
Bi Xie glanced at the driver, his attitude cold. He had no liking for someone who dared to point out An Chen's sore spot in front of him. "He's my brother."
"Oh," the driver was a smooth and experienced driver. Hearing Bi Xie's displeased tone, he didn't press the matter further. However, he kept glancing at the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror, thinking to himself that it was a pity for this girl. She was so beautiful, but she had a disabled brother. Whoever married her in the future would have to take care of her brother.
This is a "buy one get one free" deal!
An Chen was frequently scrutinized by the driver. Although there was no particularly strong emotion on his face, his fist, which was hanging by his side, clenched quietly.
He wanted to ask An'an why she took him to the hospital, and where they got the money. But now he couldn't bring himself to ask.
My throat felt like it was blocked by something.
My mood plummeted under the driver's veiled gaze.
He still caused trouble for An'an. He was clearly the older brother, and after their mother passed away, he should have been An'an's support and taken good care of her.
But now... it's An'an's turn to take care of him.
He's so useless!
An Chen seemed to be stuck in a dead end, hanging his head and remaining silent. Even when they arrived at the hospital, he remained numb and pained as An Xie led him to the attending physician.
After buying a new phone that morning, Bi Xie used some methods to find the best expert in C City for treating stroke. Since online appointments would take more than a month to book, she paid a hacker to get the expert's contact information and arranged to meet him at the hospital.
Money makes the world go round; there's nothing money can't do. If there is, it's because you don't have enough money!
Pushing open the door, Bi Xie led An Chen inside.
The man who was writing something at the table looked up, and his gaze paused slightly when it fell on An Xie and An Chen.
Bi Xie was also somewhat surprised, surprised that the man in the white coat was so young.
Often, people judge a person's professionalism based on their appearance and age.
Older doctors are more likely to be perceived as highly skilled and professional.
The man in front of me, with delicate features and porcelain-white, radiant skin that made him look almost like a girl, didn't seem like an expert at all. He looked more like someone who had borrowed a white coat and gone to the hospital to film an idol drama.
"Anxie?" The handsome man in the white coat broke the silence first, pausing when his gaze fell on the boy. "Help the patient over here. Tell me about the patient's current condition. Do you have any medical records?"
Bi Xie pursed his lips, nodded, and asked, "Su Yan?"
The man, who had lowered his head, lifted his eyelids again to look at the girl and gave a faint "hmm".
Bi Xie recalled the comments on online forums describing the appearance of the most skilled stroke treatment experts in City C. They were either over fifty or unremarkable. After a moment of subtle expression, he took An Chen's hand and walked over.
An Chen's illness should be treated as early as possible; the earlier the treatment, the greater the chance of recovery.
She earned over 30,000 yuan in just two hours last night. If she buys more equipment and materials tonight, An Chen's medical expenses will not be a problem in the short term.
“The situation,” Su Yan uttered succinctly.
Bi Xie was prepared and took out An Chen's medical record, handing it to the man.
The man glanced at the forms quickly, then rapidly wrote out several forms. "Go get checked out."
Bi Xie glanced at the large, flamboyant characters on the form, thanked him, and then led An Chen to get a checkup.
Once outside, An Chen finally couldn't hold back anymore, "An An, we... we don't have money for treatment, let's not get treatment... brother will get better slowly."
In An Chen's mind, going to the hospital meant burning money. If An An had money, he would prefer An An to go back to school. For ordinary people like them without any background, only studying could change their fate.
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