I wish you a long life and good health, and great merits.

Song Qingyan pulled Song Qingqing outside and said, "Qingqing, can you lend me some money? Mom...my mom wants to be discharged from the hospital because she has no money. I will definitely pay you back."

"How much?"

"10 should be enough, right?" He quickly added a little more.

"10 is enough?"

"Let's take a look first. We'll talk about it later if it's not enough. As long as my mother's illness can be cured, no matter how much money is spent, it's worth it." Song Qingyan started to cry as he spoke.

Song Qingqing: “…” It’s just a cold, but you turned it into a terminal illness.

Song Qingqing said sincerely, "I can come up with 23.5 yuan. Treatment is important. My parents never look at my savings. You can use this money without worry."

Song Qingyan looked excited and said, "Thank you Qingqing." This idiot didn't leave any for himself.

"You're welcome. I'll transfer the money to my aunt." Song Qingqing seemed to have thought of something, and looked tangled. "But will my aunt accept it?"

Song Qingyan thought about the acting they had just done and how Liu Qingchuan had righteously refused. If Song Qingqing transferred the money now and he accepted it immediately, it would seem fake.

"I went in to persuade my mother. I wanted her to continue the treatment even if I had to kneel down and kowtow."

"Then I'll wait for you outside. I'm afraid my aunt will be embarrassed. Cousin, please persuade my aunt to treat her illness well. I don't want her to get hurt."

"it is good."

Song Qingyan walked into the ward, turned his back to the door, winked at Liu Qingchuan, indicating that it was okay, and silently said that he would cooperate with him.

"Mom, we have a solution to the money problem. You must stay and get treatment."

Liu Qingchuan understood immediately and cooperated.

"Where did the money come from?"

……

As soon as Song Qingyan entered the ward, Song Qingqing left and did not stay to watch the mother and son perform.

Song Qingqing came to the bathroom where Song Wanning had just gone.

At this time, Song Wanning's legs were weak and her buttocks were sore, and she was crying in the toilet cubicle.

"Ouch... I don't want to pull anymore, it hurts."

Song Wanning was afraid that Song Qingqing was waiting for her outside, so she stayed in the toilet for a long time. Then her stomach started to hurt. Song Wanning ran to have diarrhea, but just after she finished and put on her pants, her stomach hurt again. It happened again and again for four times, and Song Wanning couldn't get out of her cubicle.

Song Qingqing immediately turned around and called Song Junyue, who answered the call immediately.

"Uncle, please come to the hospital quickly. It's where my aunt is. Something happened to my cousin. We are in the bathroom on the first floor of Building 1. She is in so much pain. I'm scared. Please come quickly. My aunt is seriously ill again. Woo woo woo woo..."

When Song Wanning heard Song Qingqing's voice, she was so excited, "Qingqing, save me, woo woo woo..."

Song Wanning's voice also reached Song Junyue's ears.

"Uncle, I'll wait for you." Song Qingqing hung up directly.

The fire station was only a few hundred meters away from the hospital. Song Junyue ran to the hospital and arrived at the toilet in Building 1, but it took him less than 10 minutes.

"Uncle, you're finally here. My cousin can't stop pooping?"

Song Junyue turned around to find a doctor, but when the doctor came, the effect of the medicine had worn off and Song Wanning had stopped having diarrhea, but she was still taken for examination.

When there were only two of them left, Song Qingqing looked at Song Junyue, "Aunt, you said you are my biological father, is that true?" She wanted to hide behind someone or stay outside, but there was no door.

"Correct."

"When you gave me to my parents to raise, didn't you feel reluctant?"

"Things back then were a bit complicated, and I was reluctant to let you go. But for the sake of your grandfather, your parents, and your frail self, I could only give you to my younger brother to raise."

"My parents are very good to me. Although I am not their biological child, I love them very much. Grandpa and my parents forced you to give me to them. Will you blame my parents for forcing you?"

"No, I won't if they treat you well."

"Then I'm relieved. You're all good to me. I hope you'll be fine. I know mom... my aunt is sick and has no money for treatment, but she doesn't want my money. I don't want her to get hurt. I'll transfer the 23.5 yuan to you and you can help pay for my aunt's treatment.

This is all my private money, my parents don’t care.”

Song Junyue was very tempted by the 23.5 yuan, but he didn't want to accept it. He wanted to leave himself another way out.

If there really was an accident, he could just say he didn't know. With their 30-year brotherhood, he and Song Junhao wouldn't end up estranged forever. Putting aside his wife and children, if he really needed help, he could still go to Song Junhao.

"How can I take your money? Let's talk about this later. I'm going to go see Wan Ning first."

Song Qingqing grabbed Song Junyue and said, "You didn't even save your own wife? I didn't expect you to be such a person, uncle."

"No, I'll find another way."

"You have money? I understand. You are like my classmate's father. He keeps his own money and uses his mother's money for family expenses. Your aunt has no money, but you have money.

Then I feel relieved. You should pay the medical expenses for my aunt as she is so seriously ill. I was worried that you didn’t have the money, and I was thinking of a way to get my aunt to accept the 23.5 yuan. I feel relieved if you have the money.”

Song Junyue: “…” Who has money? From what the girl said, she doesn’t intend to give money. How can that be possible?

Song Junyue hesitated for a while before speaking, "There is no money at home."

"Didn't you just say you had money?"

"No, I was planning to borrow one."

Song Qingqing looked at him with a look of disbelief. "By the time you borrowed it, the daylily would have gone cold. My aunt is waiting for the money. She's here to help me! I'm not an outsider. Is it necessary to be so polite?"

Song Qingqing directly transferred 23.5 yuan to Song Junyue.

"It's turned over, please collect it."

Song Junyue didn't move.

"Please take it back. We are all family, why are you being so polite... Don't you consider me a family member?"

As Song Qingqing spoke, she felt sad and aggrieved, her eyes turned red, as if if Song Junyue said yes, she would burst into tears the next second.

Song Junyue thought that he would have to rely on Song Qingqing for money in the future, so he didn't want to irritate her: She just called Qingchuan mom, so they must have recognized each other. After receiving the money, she would definitely not tell anyone.

In the end, Song Junyue couldn't resist the temptation and accepted the 23.5 yuan in front of Song Qingqing.

Song Qingqing was so happy to see Song Junyue accept it, "That's right, you go and pay the medical bills quickly, I'll wait for Wan Ning here, when she comes out, I'll take her back to my aunt." I'll leave it with you for the time being, you have to return it in a few days.

When Song Qingqing and Song Wanning were about to return to Liu Qingchuan's ward, she used her spiritual sense to see that the mother and son were still performing affectionately, so Liu Qingchuan had no choice but to agree.

Song Qingqing: “…” That’s great. It’s been more than 20 minutes. You’re not afraid that I’ll fall asleep while waiting outside and forget about it.

It's our turn next. Life is like a play, it all depends on your acting skills.