Aloof and abstinent surgeon

Upon hearing this, Nangong Jin felt a pang of sadness. "Actually, it wouldn't be a bad idea if you gave it to me. It could even save my life in a critical moment."

Li Qian: "..."

She muttered to herself, "You've said both the good and the bad."

One minute they say no, the next they say yes, they're so fickle, their change of heart is faster than turning the pages of a book.

Li Qian took out a ten-kilogram glass bottle from her spatial bracelet and placed it on the table, along with a green canvas tote bag.

"Soldier, use this bottle to collect them tomorrow morning."

She then added, "Also, it's best not to let others see what's in the bottle. Too many people will talk, and I'm afraid it might cause other trouble."

Also, I estimate I'll need to give the driver some money. I'll transfer 30,000 yuan to you first. If that's not enough, just send me a WeChat message and I'll transfer the rest.

Leng Feng replied, "If it's not enough, I'll make up for it. I haven't even spent the tip you gave me last time when we went to explore the ancient tomb."

Li Qian waved her hand, "You can save that for when you get married." Leng Feng felt a pang of sadness; he knew he would never get married in this lifetime.

The next morning, Leng Feng had Leng Yu disguise him. He hailed a taxi by the roadside, but when the driver heard that he wanted to go to the crematorium in the southern suburbs, he immediately refused, saying that the place was too yin and he didn't want bad luck there.

Finally, Leng Feng gave him double the money. The taxi driver smiled and said, "Anyway, I have nothing better to do, so I might as well go." As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped on the gas, and the car headed towards the crematorium in the southern suburbs.

South Suburb Crematorium

Dressed in all black, Leng Feng found the rest room near the crematorium.

When he pushed open the door, he saw Old Yang sitting in a chair, holding an enamel cup, blowing on the foam on the tea leaves and drinking tea. However, his face and eyes were full of worry, as if something was bothering him and disturbing his peace of mind.

The cold wind stopped a meter away from him.

Out of professional habit, Lao Yang asked, "Hello, is cremation required?"

Leng Feng shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Master Yang, I can help you with the cost of your daughter's heart transplant surgery."

When Old Yang heard this, he was overjoyed, thinking it was like a godsend. He was finally able to perform a heart transplant on Xiao Wei.

For an ordinary person, a surgery costing 300,000 yuan is undoubtedly a huge sum, not including postoperative nutrition costs, follow-up examination fees, etc.

He worked diligently at the crematorium for ten years, his salary increasing from five thousand yuan a month to seven thousand yuan a month. Despite his frugal lifestyle, he only managed to save a little over eighty thousand yuan in savings over those ten years.

The surgery costs are far from enough. Their daughter has suffered from heart disease since childhood, and they can't afford to wait any longer.

Old Yang knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch, and that nothing would fall from the sky.

If you want something, you have to pay the corresponding price. Otherwise, why would someone who is not related to you help you?

Old Yang's eyes regained their calm, and he asked Leng Feng, "How do you want to help me?"

Leng Feng didn't hide anything. "Dr. Nangong from the South Suburb Hospital is a famous surgeon in K City. If you go there for treatment, I can help you apply for the hospital's charitable medical fund to reduce your surgery fee by two-thirds. Then, you only need to pay 100,000 yuan for the surgery, and the hospital can arrange a doctor to perform a heart transplant on your daughter."

Old Yang was overjoyed. Two-thirds of the surgery fee was waived, meaning the 300,000 yuan heart transplant surgery would now only cost 100,000 yuan. However, he didn't even have 100,000 yuan in his bank account.

After the initial excitement, he said somewhat dejectedly, "Right now, I only have 85,000 in my account, which is still not enough."

Leng Feng said understandingly, "You can pay 80,000 yuan first. As for the remaining 20,000 yuan, I will act as your guarantor, and you can pay it in installments."

Now that the issue of the cost of his daughter's heart transplant surgery has been resolved, he will have to pay the corresponding price.

With a look of self-sacrifice, he said resolutely, "What price do you need me to pay? Whether it's murder or arson, I will do it without hesitation."

Leng Feng approached him and whispered in his ear, "I need a ten-kilogram bottle of corpse oil. Of course, if I need it in the future, I'll come to you again."

Old Yang felt a little more relaxed. Since he didn't have to die, and all he had to do was extract some corpse oil, it wasn't a difficult task for him.

Although doing this goes against his conscience and morality, his daughter is waiting to be saved. If he doesn't do it, there will be no money for the surgery, and his daughter will die. So, as a father, he has no choice.

After careful consideration, Old Yang said, "Tonight, a batch of bodies will be cremated in the morgue. Leave the bottle here, and wait for me at the back door of the crematorium at 2 a.m.

Additionally, I need you to find a hacker to make the surveillance video in the crematorium between 10 PM and 2 AM show static.

Leng Feng replied, "Okay," and took a glass bottle from a canvas tote bag, placing it on the ground.

Then, they left quietly.

After returning to the villa in the eastern suburbs, Leng Feng called Nangong Jin and asked him to hack into the surveillance system of the southern suburban crematorium at 23:00 PM that night, so that the surveillance video in the cremation room would be displayed as a static screen until 2:00 AM.

In addition, he also told Nangong Jin about Lao Yang's family situation.

He agreed. Originally, the four million that Li Qian had deposited in the Bank of China was intended for the hospital's charitable medical fund project.

Old Yang's family situation meets the hospital's application criteria.

After finishing his phone call, Leng Feng went to the second-floor cinema room to find Li Qian.

Today is Saturday, she has no classes and is enjoying a rare moment of leisure, so she's watching a horror movie.

The theater room was too bright, so to avoid affecting the viewing experience, she closed the door and drew the heavy curtains. At this moment, only a dim light shone in the room.

Just now, she played the movie "Midnight Ghost Knocks on the Door." In the movie, the female lead was lying in bed, fast asleep.

Outside the door, a woman in red, her hair disheveled and obscuring her face, was knocking on the door with her pale hand.

Li Qian was munching on sunflower seeds, watching with great interest, at this moment...