CHAPTER 1728: CHAPTER 1729: IT’S A MONEY PROBLEM, ISN’T IT?

You interrupted Yao Shuilan, smiling at Cen Nong, "Truly impressive, Sister Cen, you’re incredibly generous, I admire you!"

"Don’t flatter yourself. I’m only taking care of Shui Lan because we share similar experiences, and I just like helping those who are filial." Cen Nong replied, glancing at you with a hint of disdain amidst her alluring charm.

"Yes, yes."

As long as Yao Shuilan has a good future, you can be at ease. With Cen Nong taking care of her, it’s safe to say her future path is smooth sailing.

"Are you leaving again tomorrow?" Cen Nong suddenly asked.

"Yes, there’s an urgent task, I have to spend New Year’s Eve outside this year."

With that, both of you fell silent. Yao Shuilan sensed the awkward atmosphere and stood up, leaving the room to go to the bathroom.

Seeing Yao Shuilan leave, Cen Nong thought for a moment, and said, "Little Yun left after waking up."

"Did she... did she say anything?"

Cen Nong shook her head, "She didn’t say anything, just asked where you went. I told her you went on a siege mission, and then she took a cab home by herself. After she got home, I made sure to call her, said a few words, and she went to sleep. This morning, she called and said she wanted to resign, but I didn’t agree, I just allowed her to take some time off."

You lowered your head, gripping your hair tightly.

"Don’t feel sad, this matter needs careful consideration, after all, your relationship with Little Yun..." At this point, Cen Nong sighed softly, not knowing what to say.

You slowly lifted your head, looking at Cen Nong, "Sister Nong, I’m sorry."

Cen Nong was slightly taken aback, then smiled, "I said before, you don’t need to apologize to me, because I volunteered."

Seeing your troubled expression, Cen Nong couldn’t help but sit beside you, cupping your face gently with her hands, "Mu Yun, I don’t have any other requests. Just hope you can visit me when you have time, promise me, okay?"

You nodded.

Cen Nong’s moist lips gently brushed against yours, whispering softly into your ear, "No matter when, my door is always open for you."

With that, Cen Nong chuckled softly, sauntering towards the kitchen, "Have lunch at my place today."

"Okay, alright."

As you spoke, an old-fashioned Nokia ringtone blared—it was coming from Yao Shuilan’s bag.

Hearing the ringtone, Yao Shuilan hurried out of the bathroom, rushed to her bag to take out her phone, but hesitated to answer, her face turning pale.

Seeing this, you took the phone with a stern face and immediately answered, "Hello."

"Hello, are you a relative of Ms. Zhang?"

You furrowed your brows, thinking of Yao Shuilan’s mother, and replied, "I am."

"Ms. Zhang is in critical condition, you’d better come to the hospital quickly!"

"Okay, I’ll come right away!"

With that, you stood up swiftly, saying to Yao Shuilan, "Let’s go to the hospital right now."

"Let’s drive."

Cen Nong didn’t say much, and tossed you the car keys she had returned to her into your hand.

Upon reaching the hospital with Yao Shuilan, you heard two doctors arguing even before entering the ward.

"This is all your fault!"

"My fault? How is it my fault?"

"If it weren’t for you, how could her condition have deteriorated to this point! I’ve said it before, operate first, then treat! The money issue can be handled by seeking help from some charitable organizations!"

"That’s the system, what can I do, go find the chief if you’re capable! You think I like this! Damn it!"

At that moment, a middle-aged man stormed out of the ward, full of anger.

"Mother!"

Yao Shuilan rushed into the ward, and you followed closely.

The room was crowded with patients; Yao Shuilan headed straight to a bed near the restroom, where a doctor and a nurse stood, their expressions somber, the nurse’s eyes red-rimmed.

"Mother!"

Yao Shuilan knelt by the bed, tears streaming down her face.

You approached the middle-aged doctor and asked, "Doctor, I’m a family member, how is she now?"

The middle-aged doctor looked at you, unsurprised by your identity, clearly knowing there was someone beside Yao Shuilan. Yet his gaze was filled with disdain as he coldly remarked, "Hypocritical!"

"I’m asking you a question!" your face also turned serious.

The nurse, wary of any potential conflict, quickly said, "Aunt Zhang’s condition is not optimistic, she needs a bone marrow transplant now, but..."

"It’s about the money, right?" you asked.

The nurse nodded, sighing lightly.

Having anticipated this on your way here, you said to the nurse, "Please take me to the payment counter now."

Hearing this, the doctor grabbed your hand, exclaiming fervently, "Are you serious?"

"Cut the crap, go prepare for the surgery!"

"Alright! Good, good!"

The doctor sprinted out of the ward without another word, shouting as he went, "Li Min, stop there..."

After Yao Shuilan’s mother was wheeled into the operating room, you and Yao Shuilan waited outside on the cold seats. Worried she might get cold, you wrapped her in your arms to keep her warm.

The surgery took a long time; you watched the sun slowly set. During this time, Cen Nong called, and you briefly updated her, promising to visit her that evening.

Just as you were about to go get something for Yao Shuilan to eat, the operation room light went off, and the door slowly opened.

Initially weary, Yao Shuilan sprang up upon seeing the doctor, rushing forward to ask, "Doctor, how is my mother?"

"We’ve performed this surgery for many years, with substantial experience, and it was a success. However, Ms. Zhang’s condition is frail and she needs a good period of recuperation."

You rose and said to the doctor, "Don’t worry about the money aspect; I’ve just credited a million into the account."

Hearing this, Yao Shuilan turned and knelt before you.

You couldn’t bear seeing Yao Shuilan like this, immediately pulling her up, "Sister, don’t kneel like this, brother can’t take it!"

The two doctors exchanged glances, both showing faint smiles. For them, seeing Yao Shuilan find such support was a blessing, at least averting a tragedy before them.

They’ve been treating patients for many years, unfazed by the ugliness they’ve encountered, yet finding someone like you, who can generously provide hundreds of thousands, remains a rarity.