"Two hundred thousand? Are you out of your mind? Do you know how much my company’s stocks have dropped? Millions vanished overnight! I’m furious right now—I don’t have the money!"
With that, the line went dead.
Undeterred, the girl gritted her teeth and dialed another number.
One call after another.
Either no one picked up, or she was met with a string of curses and rejections.
Lan Ruoxi’s eyes slowly filled with despair. She slumped to the ground, hugging her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
Money! It always came down to money!
She had exhausted every possible avenue, but she still couldn’t scrape together enough.
How could she save her mother?
Lan Ruoxi’s wails drew the attention of passersby, but their gazes quickly shifted away.
A hospital was the ultimate test of human nature.
Like a time machine, it recorded the warmth and coldness of the world. Heart-wrenching cries were nothing new here.
"Stop crying."
An Yi handed her a tissue and casually sat cross-legged beside her on the floor.
"It’s... you..."
Lan Ruoxi looked up at An Yi, stifling her sobs as she took the tissue, though her tears continued to flow.
She recognized him—he was the young man who had returned her lost wallet on the bus.
"P-please… do you have money? I need a lot of it... my mother won’t survive without it..."
Her desperate gaze locked onto An Yi’s arm, her face pale, her eyes dull with hopelessness.
Her mother’s condition had suddenly worsened.
Without the money for treatment, she might not even make it through the week.
An Yi felt a lump in his throat.
That look—that despair—was something he had just experienced himself moments ago.
Seeing his hesitation, Lan Ruoxi clung to his sleeve as if it were her last lifeline. Biting her lower lip, she pleaded, "Two hundred thousand… just lend me two hundred thousand. I’ll serve you for the rest of my life—do anything you ask! Please… save my mother..."
At this point, Lan Ruoxi had become desperate.
"Anything?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow, studying her.
"Yes!"
She bit her lip hard, then nodded firmly. She had nothing left to offer but herself.
"Then go home, get some rest, and don’t think about anything else."
An Yi stood up, slipping his hands into his pockets as he walked away without another word.
Lan Ruoxi stared at his retreating figure, her lips parting slightly, but no words came out.
She must have lost her mind.
Why would a stranger pay such an exorbitant medical bill for her?
Lan Ruoxi returned to the hospital room.
Her mother was asleep, an IV drip of glucose and saline attached to her arm.
Without money for proper treatment, this was all they could do to keep her alive.
"Mom… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry..."
Tears streamed down Lan Ruoxi’s face, soaking the pillow.
If her father were still alive, would her mother have a chance?
There was no answer to that question.
She had already sold everything—even the house was mortgaged. Yet she was still short over two hundred thousand.
Exhausted, Lan Ruoxi eventually fell asleep.
That night, the silver moon hung low in the eastern sky.
In her half-asleep daze, Lan Ruoxi cracked her eyes open.
A tall figure stood in the room.
In his hand was something slender… like a needle.
The next morning, Lan Ruoxi awoke to daylight.
Her mother lay still in bed, her face etched with worry.
In just a week, Lan Ruoxi’s own face had grown gaunt with exhaustion.
Gazing at her unconscious mother, she clutched her skirt, tears falling like heavy raindrops.
She couldn’t lose her.
No matter what, she had to find a way to raise the money.
No matter what...
"Xixi… why are you crying?"
A weak voice reached her ears.
Lan Ruoxi’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at her now-awake mother.
She was awake?!
After three days in a coma, her mother had actually woken up!
"Mom, you—"
Overwhelmed with emotion, Lan Ruoxi couldn’t speak.
Her mother murmured, "I suddenly feel much better… the pain in my chest is gone."
"Mom—"
Lan Ruoxi threw herself onto the bed, tears spilling freely.
Her mother stroked her hair, her own eyes brimming with tears. "My poor girl… the gods have answered our prayers."
——
Upstairs in another ward…
An Yi rubbed his bleary eyes, yawning as if he hadn’t slept in days.
"Yawning like that—what were you up to last night? You never came back, and Shen Muxuan waited for you all evening."
Aunt Zhou shot him a disapproving look.
"I wasn’t waiting!" Shen Muxuan shook her head innocently.
Aunt Zhou sighed. "Girl, if you don’t keep an eye on him, he’ll walk all over you one day."
"Oh, okay."
Shen Muxuan nodded seriously, then turned to An Yi. "You’re not allowed to stay out so late anymore."
An Yi: "..."
What did she even understand?
Last night, he had sneaked into Lan Ruoxi’s ward to treat her mother.
As for why he had to do it secretly… well, that girl was way too stubborn.
For Lan Ruoxi, it was a matter of life and death. For An Yi, it was just a small favor.
If she really tried to "repay" him by dedicating her life to him, things would get messy. Gratitude could be too costly.
Dealing with endless thanks was also a hassle, and An Yi hated complications. It was easier to just solve the problem quietly.
"Aunt Zhou, I’m going to sleep. Wake me if you need anything."
Yawning again, An Yi kicked off his shoes, flopped onto the spare hospital bed, and was out like a light.
Using the Nine Yang Divine Needles had drained him more than he expected.
After two consecutive sessions, his mental energy was at its limit—his mind was completely exhausted.
Shen Muxuan tilted her head. "Why is he sleeping again?"
"Let him rest."
Aunt Zhou smiled softly, her gaze fond as she watched An Yi.
——
Thanks to An Yi’s treatment the night before, Lan Ruoxi’s mother had improved dramatically. The pallor in her face had faded, replaced by a healthy flush.
Lan Ruoxi peeled an apple, her delicate features softening with relief.
Perhaps heaven had truly taken pity on them.
Her mother’s condition had miraculously improved overnight. After such despair, this sudden turn felt like a blessing.
At the doorway, Zhang Fan—here to check on the patient—paused when he caught sight of the beautiful girl.
Stunning.
Another breathtaking beauty, no less striking than the girl in traditional attire from yesterday.
But personally, he preferred this one.
Gentle, refined, with clear, tender eyes.
Zhang Fan pressed a hand to his chest.
His heartbeat was irregular.
This was love at first sight.
He wanted her—no, he had to have her.
Flipping through the medical records, his eyes gleamed.
Terminal illness.
The woman in the bed was suffering from a rare, incurable disease.
At the hospital, treatment would cost a fortune—and even then, success wasn’t guaranteed.
But coincidentally, thanks to his recent "check-ins," he happened to know a way to cure it.
"Patient Liu Yuefen, correct? I’m the doctor. How are you feeling lately?"
Zhang Fan walked straight in, wearing a warm smile, yet his gaze never left Lan Ruoxi.
The closer he got, the more he could appreciate her breathtaking beauty.
Her flawless face needed no makeup, with skin so delicate it seemed one touch might bruise it. Her clear, bright eyes held an indescribable gentleness.
Truly, she was a girl whose grace matched her striking features.
If he could cure her mother's illness, then perhaps...
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
