Chapter 1 Can I do anything?
Outside the ICU of Peking University Affiliated Hospital, Zhang Pengfei sat helplessly against the wall, checking his phone every few minutes to see if the donation amount had changed.
He knew money was important, but he never imagined it could be so important as to be used to buy more life.
A few days ago, his parents went to sell watermelons. They worked almost non-stop for two days and two nights. As a result, they were in a car accident on their way home. His father died on the spot, his mother was barely alive, and the young couple who were hit were also put into the operating room.
The traffic police determined that his father was fully responsible for driving while fatigued. The family sold everything they could, borrowed all the money they could, and applied for all the available assistance, but the money raised was far from enough!
When Zhang Pengfei's counselor learned about this, he rallied the students to donate money to him and also helped transfer his mother from a small county town to Peking University Affiliated Hospital. His mother's chances of survival increased, but the money was also spent even faster.
However, Zhang Pengfei did not want to give up. He wanted to save his mother as long as there was even a glimmer of hope.
His parents are both young, in their early forties, which, according to the definition published by the World Health Organization in 2013, is still considered youth.
With his father gone and his younger sister only 7 years old, Zhang Pengfei doesn't even dare to think about what he would do if his mother also passed away!
Lacking funds, he could only raise money through online charity platforms.
Thanks to his status as a Peking University student, Zhang Pengfei raised more than 400,000 yuan in just three days to cover the 1 million yuan medical expenses.
Nevertheless, he was not optimistic at all, because he found that the number of people donating and the amount of money were plummeting!
Actually, this is a perfectly normal thing.
Generally, if you want to donate, you will donate the first time you see the message; if you don't want to donate, you won't click on it even if you see it a hundred times.
So the first day saw the most donations, the second day saw half less, the third day only one-tenth, and the fourth day there was basically no donation at all.
Zhang Pengfei sighed helplessly, opened his phone again, and suddenly froze!
More than half a month has passed since the accident. He has been unable to eat or sleep, his eyes are bloodshot, and he has almost had a mental breakdown several times, even thinking that he was seeing things.
I rubbed my eyes and looked again. There was indeed a new donation message. The first number was 5, followed by a row of zeros.
It's... 500,000!
Someone donated 500,000 yuan to him!
One-time use only!
He couldn't help but focus his attention on the donor: Chen Jingyang from Peking University.
Zhang Pengfei didn't immediately recall the person. He frowned and pondered for a moment before his eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed to himself, "It's him!"
Chen Jingyang, a fourth-generation rich kid, was the most dashing and famous figure at Peking University. Everyone knew him.
But Zhang Pengfei and Chen Jingyang had almost no interaction. The only time they crossed paths was more than three months ago when Zhang Pengfei saw Chen Jingyang and some of his cronies harassing a girl. Zhang Pengfei stepped forward and kicked Chen Jingyang!
He particularly disliked the way Chen Jingyang, a rich kid, acted arrogantly. He was just born into a good family, but he really thought he was the king of heaven!
But now, Chen Jingyang, this playboy, has donated 500,000 yuan to him without hesitation, which is tantamount to saving his mother's life...
Zhang Pengfei clutched his phone, his mind a jumble of conflicting emotions. He was torn between apologizing to Chen Jingyang or thanking him.
After a fierce internal struggle all afternoon, he finally decided that he still had to say thank you. He wasn't the kind of person who would do something but not take responsibility, or who would be ungrateful.
Getting Chen Jingyang's contact information wasn't difficult. Zhang Pengfei nervously dialed the number and explained his purpose. Chen Jingyang on the other end of the line chuckled nonchalantly and said, "If you really want to thank me, come to the Yunjieyuedi Hotel now for a drink and let's be friends."
The Cloud Steps Moon Land Hotel is a well-known luxury hotel in Beijing. If it weren't for Chen Jingyang, Zhang Pengfei might not have had the chance to step into the door of this ultra-five-star hotel in the short term.
The waiter led him to the door of a private room on the top floor and knocked.
During this brief moment, Zhang Pengfei took a deep breath and straightened his clothes. It would be impossible for him not to be nervous at all.
However, as soon as the door opened, noisy laughter immediately seeped out through the crack, which greatly eased his tension.
As soon as he entered the room, the laughter abruptly stopped, and eyes from all directions fell on him.
Zhang Pengfei wasn't intimidated at all. He met all the gazes and quickly locked onto Chen Jingyang.
Although I only met Chen Jingyang once, Chen Jingyang's face was so striking that it was hard to mistake him for someone else.
Chen Jingyang had a faint smile on his face and gestured for him to come and sit here.
The girl sitting to Chen Jingyang's left immediately stood up and gave him her seat.
"No, no need..." Zhang Pengfei was very embarrassed and hurriedly waved his hand, wanting to say that he could just sit anywhere.
But the girl had already moved to another seat, so he could only say thank you and walk over.
For a mere seven or eight meters, Zhang Pengfei kept his eyes deliberately lowered, staring intently at the small patch of land in front of him. He could feel Chen Jingyang staring at him, but this time he dared not meet his gaze again.
It has to be admitted that Chen Jingyang is impeccably handsome, especially when he smiles; he's very charming, and his eyes are captivating. Even a straight man like Zhang Pengfei would blush after looking at him for a while.
In fact, Zhang Pengfei has no reason to feel ashamed. He is not bad-looking, but he lacks the noble temperament of Chen Jingyang. He belongs to the simple and pure type.
As soon as Zhang Pengfei sat down, Xu Jintian, Chen Jingyang's childhood friend and most loyal lackey, poured him a glass of wine.
Chen Jingyang, in his superior position, exuded a strong aura. With a faint smile on his face, he picked up his wine glass and went straight to the point: "Can you drink?"
Zhang Pengfei quickly raised his wine glass with both hands, making a toasting gesture, and said with an embarrassed smile, "I can't hold my liquor very well."
His alcohol tolerance is indeed average; he can only handle a little over two ounces before getting drunk.
Chen Jingyang smiled and said, "That's perfect. Let's practice today. If we drink a few more times, our alcohol tolerance will naturally improve."
Today I'm here to express my gratitude, and drinking is inevitable. Zhang Pengfei was aware of this, so he stepped forward and offered his glass, saying sincerely, "I don't know how to say thank you, those two words are too inadequate. If there's anything I can do for you in the future, just let me know, and I'll do my best!"
Chen Jingyang's lips curled into a smile, and he asked casually, "Anything is fine?"
Zhang Pengfei didn't think much of it. Could he really be so picky? So he answered decisively, "Of course!"
"Alright then," Chen Jingyang clinked glasses with Zhang Pengfei, smiling ambiguously, his voice seductive: "But you can't go back on your word!"
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