Previously, Fang Zhou had always thought that earning money would be the key to saving his sister’s life.
To that end, he didn’t hold back, trying every possible way to earn money.
But when he had finally amassed so financial stability through his own company and a steady career, life dealt him a harsh blow.
People often say, “I control my destiny, it doesn’t control ,” but not only could he not control his fate, he was powerless to help his sister.
Fang Zhou’s face quickly turned ashen, his whole deanor listless.
With a hoarse voice, he nodded at Dr. Du to express his thanks.
“Please continue the highest level of treatnt for my sister.”
As for the rest, he’d think of sothing.
They say money can push mountains, and if 10% of things can’t be solved by money, it’s only because there’s not enough of it.
Fang Zhou forced a smile and walked out of Dr. Du’s office.
The mont he exited, he felt drained, devoid of any energy.
He collapsed onto a nearby bench, burying his head in his arms as if shielding himself from the world.
If he could, he thought, he’d gladly bear his sister’s suffering.
mories of his sister growing up flooded Fang Zhou’s mind.
From a tiny carrot-like baby, to crawling in a pram, and eventually being led by him as she learned to walk.
As years passed and Fang Zhou started school, his sister began speaking.
After school, hearing her call him “brother” made Fang Zhou feel like the luckiest person alive.
In the past, when their parents were alive, they’d happily pick him up together, and he could lift his sister with one hand.
Their family of four was the picture of happiness, envied by many.
Later, with their parents gone, they relied on their grandparents, and his sister beca a source of joy.
Returning ho to her smile seed to lt away the day’s fatigue.
It was then Fang Zhou secretly vowed to give her a good life.
But now he had broken that promise, unable to provide even the ans to extend her life.
Guilt and self-reproach washed over Fang Zhou like a tidal wave.
He sank deeper and deeper, like a stone, into the center of the lake, devoid of any will to fight.
In that mont of despair, he even thought if she didn’t recover, he’d go with her.
Just as he spiraled into this dark place, a voice calling his na echoed down the corridor.
“Fang Zhou!”
It was Qin Yun’s voice.
Fang Zhou looked up, indeed seeing Qin Yun approaching in a blue and white striped dress.
He lowered his gaze, lacking the energy or ti to deal with her.
He only knew he couldn’t collapse, because if he did, who would his sister rely on?
Taking a deep breath, Fang Zhou stood, intending to return to his sister’s ward.
As he passed Qin Yun, she blocked his path with a determined gaze.
“I understand your sister’s situation. I have a way to help.”
Her simple statent halted Fang Zhou in his tracks. He turned, looking seriously at Qin Yun.
He spoke earnestly, “I don’t have ti for jokes, Dr. Qin.”
Qin Yun was equally serious, not wearing her usual mask-like smile.
“I’m telling the truth. You know I work in a hospital.”
Fang Zhou gave a faint, disinterested smile.
“Even Dr. Du from nephrology has no solution—what can a surgeon like you do?”
Yes, Qin Yun might be skilled in surgery, but what Wenjing needed was not a surgeon, but a kidney donor.
Finding a matching kidney wasn’t as simple as looking.
Qin Yun glanced at the corner surveillance, then t Fang Zhou’s eyes.
“This isn’t the place to talk. Let’s go downstairs.”
In the past, Fang Zhou might’ve humored her, curious about Qin Yun’s tricks.
But with his sister’s condition grave, he couldn’t waste ti playing gas.
Fang Zhou sighed and told Qin Yun, a hint of frustration in his voice, “Dr. Qin, I really don’t have ti for your gas.”
The emphasis in his words hinted at his current foul mood.
“If you really understand my sister’s situation, you wouldn’t waste my ti now.”
His words hit Qin Yun hard, her heart prickling.
He didn’t trust her, wouldn’t even give her a chance.
Closing her eyes briefly, she recalled her past mistakes with Fang Wenjing and conflicts with Fang Zhou.
In her heart, she thought that perhaps she was dood to repay her debts.
Opening her eyes again, Qin Yun spoke firmly, “Trust this once. I really can help her, but not here.”
Fang Zhou saw her determination, feeling a glimr of hope.
Could she be telling the truth?
If there was a chance, he couldn’t let it slip away.
So he agreed, following Qin Yun downstairs to a quiet garden where they could speak privately.
“What’s your plan?”
Fang Zhou didn’t want to get his hopes up unnecessarily, keeping his expectations low.
“I need you to sign a consent form allowing access to her dical records. I’ll do my best to find a matching donor.”
Patient information is typically confidential, unless released with family consent.
Fang Zhou furrowed his brow, puzzled at her ans of obtaining information.
“Offering a bounty is illegal.”
He cautioned her against taking any wrongful path.
Qin Yun smiled mysteriously, whispering, “Don’t worry, it’s all legal.”
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