I Believe in You

Seeing that she had received 110,000 in less than two minutes, which was equivalent to half a year's salary, the girl stared at her phone with wide eyes. Stuttering and half-doubting, she said, "O-okay... You're really rich, transferring money just like that. I don't even dare to take this much. Let me transfer it back to you."

"Oh, there's really no need. Just give me the keys."

Helpless, the girl had no choice but to fish the keys out of her pants pocket.

Seeing this, Su Yang snatched the keys and said gratefully, "Thank you, kind soul! I'll contact you and treat you to a meal after I'm done with my business. Thanks!"

After saying that, Su Yang turned around, jogged over to the motorcycle, threw a leg over it, and skillfully inserted the key.

Just as he was about to start the engine and set off, the girl yelled out and hurriedly ran over, "Wait!"

"What's wrong?" Su Yang turned his head and asked.

"The helmet."

"Oh, right. Thanks, gorgeous."

Without waiting for the girl to reply, Su Yang quickly started the motorcycle and put on the helmet.

With a loud roar of the engine, he rode off at top speed.

Watching Su Yang disappear in the blink of an eye, the girl stood frozen in place, scratching her head.

"Wait a minute. Did I really just give him my keys?"

"My bike is worth over 200,000, and he gave me 110,000. What the hell?!"

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On the other side, Su Yang rode the Ducati V4 and quickly weaved his way out of the congested street.

As he headed further into the suburbs, the vehicles on the road became fewer. Su Yang squeezed the clutch with his left hand while hooking the gear shift lever up with his left foot to change gears, then released the clutch and twisted the throttle hard with his right hand.

Vroom!

The Ducati V4 let out an ear-splitting roar and accelerated fiercely.

"Holy crap! This bike is a beast!"

Su Yang wasn't as familiar with motorcycles as he was with cars; he only recognized bikes produced by a few major manufacturers.

For example, the Ducati V4 beneath him. He knew its basic specs, but since he had never ridden one before, he wasn't too clear on its acceleration capabilities.

The only reason he could ride it now was entirely due to his professional racer skills. This skill didn't just apply to four-wheeled vehicles; it worked for two-wheeled ones as well.

Therefore, even though it was his first time riding, Su Yang handled it like a professional racer from the Isle of Man TT or MotoGP.

Very quickly, he rode this powerful liter-class motorcycle to Yunhai Avenue, taking only ten minutes.

Seeing that the navigation showed 800 meters left, Su Yang slowed down slightly and continued riding forward.

Following the navigation, he soon turned into a pitch-black, narrow alley.

The area was filled with various single-story houses and self-built homes. The roads inside were dirty, messy, and in poor condition, and the ground was covered in dark grime that emitted a pungent, foul stench.

However, Su Yang had no time to care about this. For the last hundred meters, he finally rode into a slightly more spacious area.

Looking around, the streetlights were dim. The single-story houses were built very close to each other, scattered unevenly in height.

At this point, the navigation had ended. Su Yang parked the bike on the side of the road and got off, then looked around at the house numbers posted on the buildings.

He followed the road forward for more than ten meters, then turned left into a narrow path and walked another seven or eight meters before finally spotting the sign for number 189.

Su Yang hurriedly took out his phone, found Li Muhan on WeChat, and sent a voice call.

A few seconds later, the call connected, and Li Muhan's sobbing voice came from the other end of the line.

"Brother... Su Yang."

"Hey, Muhan, I'm here, but how do I get in? I don't see a door."

"You... wait for me a moment, I'll come down to get you."

"Okay, take your time, don't rush. How is Little Wan doing right now?"

"She's in a lot of pain. I gave her some painkillers, and she's slightly better now, but her complexion looks awful."

"Then come down and get me first."

"Okay."

The call ended. Dozens of seconds later, Su Yang heard the sound of a door closing from the second floor of the single-story house opposite him.

He turned on his phone's flashlight and shone it at the house. A minute later, Li Muhan squeezed out from a fifty-to-sixty-centimeter gap between two of the houses.

"Brother Su Yang, is that you?" Li Muhan shouted, shining her own flashlight.

She was wearing a white T-shirt and a simple pair of jeans.

Her hair was slightly messy, and compared to a month ago, she had lost a significant amount of weight. Her face looked haggard, and there were still tear stains on her cheeks.

Su Yang hurriedly stepped forward. "Muhan! It's me. What exactly is going on with Little Wan?"

Although he knew the reason, he still had to ask out of habit.

After confirming it was Su Yang, Li Muhan choked out, "Little Wan... Little Wan actually has stomach cancer. When we were on the snowy mountain before, she was already in the late stages."

"Ah? Late-stage stomach cancer?"

Li Muhan nodded. "I'm useless. I can't afford the medical expenses. She has been tormented by the illness, and just now, her condition seemed to spiral out of control. She said she might not make it through the night..."

At this point, tears flowed again from Li Muhan's nearly dry eyes.

Su Yang patted his pockets but didn't have any tissues, so he simply reached out and wiped Li Muhan's cheeks. "Don't cry, Muhan, it'll be fine. But why didn't you take her to the hospital?"

"She refused to go," Li Muhan said in a somewhat hoarse voice. "She said she didn't want to die in a hospital. But seeing her in so much pain is unbearable. Brother Su Yang, I really had no other choice but to trouble you."

"Phew, it's fine, let's not talk about this. Take me up to see her first."

"Okay." Li Muhan wiped her tears, turned around, and led Su Yang through the narrow gap. They walked a few meters forward and arrived in front of an iron door.

She pulled the iron door open and walked in, with Su Yang quickly following behind.

As soon as they entered, a damp, putrid smell hit them. The two of them navigated a winding, small staircase inside the house up to the third floor, then passed by several doors that looked like they belonged to other tenants, finally reaching the innermost room in the corridor.

Li Muhan took out her keys, opened the door, and said, "Brother Su Yang, please come in. The place is quite cramped and the conditions aren't great, so please don't mind."

How could Su Yang care about that? He waved his hand dismissively, walked into the room, and looked around.

It was a small apartment of probably less than forty square meters.

It had one bedroom and one living room. The living room was very small, with a dim yellow light bulb hanging from the ceiling.

There was a small window on the right wall, next to which sat a worn-out two-seater sofa and a small table. Opposite the sofa was a plain white wall with no television.

By the wall, there was a water dispenser and a small refrigerator. That was basically everything in the living room.

On the left side of the living room was the bedroom, and further to the left of the bedroom was a small open kitchen and a bathroom.

The entire place looked extremely cramped and had no real layout to speak of.

Seeing this, Su Yang felt a bit distressed in his heart.

Although he had an awesome cheat system, he was actually just an ordinary person, and a highly emotional one at that.

When facing friends and others, he might display a more rational and calm side, but deep down, his emotional side actually outweighed his rationality.

Li Muhan closed the door and immediately walked over to the water dispenser. "Brother Su Yang, sorry for troubling you to come over so late at night. Let me get you a glass of water first."

"Don't worry about that right now, Muhan. Let me see Little Wan."

"Okay, she's right in the room."

Su Yang looked at the half-closed bedroom door, stepped forward, and gently pushed it open.

The room was also very small, containing only a 1.5-meter-wide bed, along with a storage rack and a small wardrobe.

The entire room was rather cluttered, with various items hanging all over the storage shelves.

It could not be helped. Li Muhan had to work during the day and take care of Little Wan after work. She was truly mentally and physically exhausted, leaving her with little energy to tidy up the room.

At this moment, Little Wan was curled up on the bed with her back facing the door.

Su Yang walked into the room, went to the side of the bed, sat down, and gently placed his hand on the blanket covering Little Wan's body.

"Little Wan?" he called out tentatively.

Hearing his voice, Little Wan slowly turned her thin, small body to look at Su Yang.

The moment she saw Su Yang, she remembered this older brother who had saved her life on the snowy mountain before.

"Brother... Brother Su," Little Wan called out, somewhat out of breath.

"Don't, Little Wan, don't get agitated. You still remember me?"

"I... of course... of course I remember, Brother Su. You are my savior..." Little Wan was struggling to speak at this point.

Standing behind Su Yang, Li Muhan covered her mouth and turned her head away, sobbing.

"Little Wan, let me take you to the hospital, okay?"

Hearing that Su Yang wanted to take her to the hospital, Little Wan suddenly became a bit agitated and said, "No... I'm not going to the hospital. I don't want to go. I might not live past tonight, and I don't want to die in a cold hospital..."

Looking at Little Wan's pale and emaciated face, Su Yang suddenly felt a sting in his nose.

Holding back his tears, he comforted her, "Okay, Little Wan, don't get worked up. We won't go, we won't go. If you don't want to go, we won't. Are you in pain right now?"

"A... a little."

Seeing Little Wan's suffering, Su Yang decided not to wait any longer. He nodded and turned to look at Li Muhan. "Muhan, I might have a way to make Little Wan feel less uncomfortable. Do you trust me?"

Hearing this, Li Muhan was taken aback and looked at Su Yang. "What... what do you mean?"

"I mean I have a way to relieve Little Wan's pain, but... I might need you to step outside for a bit. It's not convenient for me to explain, but I hope you can trust me."

Looking into Su Yang's sincere eyes, Li Muhan felt a wave of emotion. As long as it could make Little Wan suffer less, she was willing to do anything.

She said without hesitation, "I trust you, Brother Su Yang."

After speaking, she turned around, walked out of the room, and closed the door behind her.

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