Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Yang Yue was very conflicted at this time, especially when Zhao Wenhao introduced how popular the so-called leggings were and how they would definitely make money, which made her even more impulsive.

Unfortunately, a good cook cannot cook without rice. Now she can't even come up with a few hundred yuan, so how can she go about partnering with others?

"Mouse, I really don't have the money to do that kind of business. Maybe you don't understand my situation. My father is still in the hospital and can only receive conservative treatment. I'm still trying to raise money for surgery."

Yang Yue was helpless and finally told the truth.

"What? How could this happen?" Zhao Wenhao was obviously shocked and took a step forward. "What's going on with your dad? If you really need money, I still have some. How much do you need?"

Originally, the two were not very familiar with each other, but it was only by chance that they met twice and continued their friendship as classmates.

Therefore, Zhao Wenhao was not clear about Yang Yue's family situation. If Yang Yue had not just revealed the truth, he really would not have been able to tell.

In Zhao Wenhao's impression, Yang Yue had always been an optimistic, cheerful, and enthusiastic girl. Even in the few times they met after graduation, he couldn't detect anything unusual.

Basically, every time they met, Yang Yue was smiling. Zhao Wenhao never thought that there was such sadness hidden behind that smile.

"I have stage II gastric cancer, just diagnosed two months ago. The hospital wants surgery as soon as possible." Yang Yue smoothed her hair from her forehead and smiled sadly, "But the initial surgery and medical expenses alone are over 8,000 yuan. How can I come up with that all at once?"

After saying that, Yang Yue suddenly raised her head, sniffed her nose, and finally stopped the tears from falling.

"Hey……"

Zhao Wenhao wanted to say something comforting, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to persuade her.

He knew very well that in this day and age, cancer basically meant death.

Even if it is stage II, with the current medical level, the most it can do is delay the disease for a while.

But he couldn't say such words, especially in front of Yang Yue.

"It's okay. I'm mentally prepared." Yang Yue suppressed the pain and turned around. "Now I just have to do my best and leave the rest to fate. I'll do what I can."

"Don't worry about the money for now. I have some. So, wait here for a moment. I'll be back soon."

After saying that, without waiting for Yang Yue to speak, Zhao Wenhao turned around, got on his bicycle, and rushed quickly to the bank.

About forty minutes later, when he returned, Yang Yue was nowhere to be seen. Even the small stall that had been set up had been cleaned up, as if it had never existed.

Zhao Wenhao looked around but found nothing.

Only then did he realize that he seemed to have overreacted, and he didn't know what Yang Yue would think.

After learning about Yang Yue's situation, Zhao Wenhao wanted to help her no matter what. That was why he was so anxious and rushed to the bank to withdraw money.

But he had no idea what Yang Yue was thinking. It was only when he came back and saw no sign of her that he realized he might have been a little too hasty.

However, things have their priorities. No matter what Yang Yue thinks at this moment, Zhao Wenhao still thinks that the patient is the most important.

Since he happened to have money and had a good relationship with Yang Yue, he had to help.

It’s just eight thousand yuan, which is really no big deal for Zhao Wenhao.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhao got on his bike again and rushed to the hospital.

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"Girl, just let me go back. Let's not waste any more money. Dad is already like this, and I can't drag your mother down any longer."

"Wow, wow, my child's father, how can you say such things? If you don't stand up for yourself and continue to give up on yourself like this, what will we do in the future?"

"Dad, just stay here and relax. I'll figure out the money issue. My brother is only 13 years old. How could you bear to abandon him?"

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In the oncology ward of the county hospital, Yang Yue suppressed his grief and continued to comfort his father.

At this time, Zhao Wenhao also rushed here and came to the outside of the ward after some inquiries.

"Hey!"

Listening to the voices of the three people in the ward, Zhao Wenhao couldn't help but sigh again.

"Boom, bang, bang!"

Zhao Wenhao finally knocked on the door, but did not push it open. He waited until the sound inside temporarily disappeared, then opened the door from the inside, and then walked in.

"Haozi, why are you here?" Yang Yue's eyes were red, and he tried to relax his tone. "I'm sorry for what happened just now. My mother just happened to be looking for me for something, so I didn't have time to wait for you."

Only at this time did Zhao Wenhao realize that he had misunderstood Yang Yue.

However, this is not the time to discuss these things.

Zhao Wenhao didn't speak to Yang Yue, but instead said to the middle-aged couple in front of him, "Hello, uncle and auntie, I'm Yang Yue's classmate. I have something to ask her, so I'll keep her company for a few minutes."

According to common sense, since Zhao Wenhao knew that Yang Yue's father was ill, he should go to express his condolences or at least express his concern.

But the family had clearly just been crying, so it would have been inappropriate for him to interrupt them. Besides, they weren't in the mood to entertain him.

In that case, it would be better to just pull Yang Yue out, give her the money, and let her deal with it herself.

"Yuer, go ahead. I'm here." Qian Hui tried hard to suppress the grief in her heart. At the same time, she looked at Zhao Wenhao and then said to Yang Yue.

Yang Yue also knew that Zhao Wenhao was looking for her at this time, it must be about money.

She followed Zhao Wenhao silently, left the ward, and came to the corner of the lawn downstairs.

"Here's ten thousand. Take it and use it first. If it's not enough, tell me."

Without saying too much, Zhao Wenhao took out a thick stack of banknotes from his backpack, wrapped it in newspaper, and stuffed it into Yang Yue's hand.

"Ten thousand? That's so much?" Yang Yue was obviously a little reluctant. "Haozi, what's going on? How do you have so much? You didn't do anything shameful, did you?"

"I told you before, I made some money selling herbs." Zhao Wenhao stuffed the money in again, not allowing any doubt. "Now is not the time to talk about this. The most important thing is to focus on the next step of treatment."

The big notes were tied together, each worth a thousand yuan. Yang Yue had to hold ten of them in front of him.

To be honest, she had never seen so much money in front of her in her life.

Just now, Zhao Wenhao hurriedly ran to withdraw money. She originally thought that as a classmate, Zhao Wenhao was just expressing his gratitude, and withdrawing a few hundred or even a thousand at most was already quite good.

But now, it is a full ten thousand yuan.

Not only were my father's surgery and medical expenses covered, but most of the subsequent treatment costs were also resolved.