If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

Little Fatty ran to Class 1 of Grade 11 (Little Fatty's school is quite large, it's a combined junior and senior high school program), and couldn't wait for get out of class to end, so he knocked on the door: "Reporting...reporting to the teacher."

"Enter!"

"Teacher...I have something urgent to tell Xia Tian." This short run was already beyond Xiao Pang's limits; he was sweating profusely and panting heavily.

The teacher saw that he was practically smoking from running, so it was obviously urgent, and waved for Xia Tian to leave.

Summer is Little Fatty's older sister. Little Fatty came to ask for money. He didn't have money to go to the clinic; all he had was the one yuan that Wei Xiaobao had bribed him with.

He gets five yuan a week in pocket money, which he usually finishes on the same day it's given out. The rest of the time he eats his sister's food. Summer is his mobile wallet.

Summer is a bit taller than Xiaopang, considered tall among girls. She has a very delicate appearance and a slender figure. She is wearing a white jacket and her long hair is tied back. She has a fresh and gentle quality rarely seen in girls from Northeast China.

"What are you doing? Why are you in such a hurry? What if you catch a cold?" Xia Tian scolded him while taking out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

"Sister, give me some money, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the clinic to buy some medicine," Xia Xiaopang said.

Summer brings a secret stash of money, but it's hard-earned money.

Xiao Pang's family was from the countryside. In those days, it was common for rural areas to favor sons over daughters, and his family was no exception. They made no attempt to hide their preference for their son.

Xia Tian's parents doted on her immensely. They gave her chores to do in the summer and delicious food to eat. Of course, Xia Tian was their daughter, so they would give her some of the good food too, but they would always say with a word of caution: "You're a little girl, don't be so greedy."

Xia Tian felt that her younger brother was so fat because he was spoiled by their parents. He ate so much every day and didn't exercise, so it was no wonder he was fat. However, she also felt that it was only natural for her brother to be spoiled, and she also doted on her chubby brother.

Xia Tian was taught this way from a young age: in a family, the man is the pillar, and girls are born to do the work; only if they are sensible and capable can they marry into a good family.

So, although she didn't do well in her studies in the summer, she was very good at working. On holidays and other times, when the family factory was busy, she would do some work, and her father would give her wages so that she could save them "as her dowry later."

Although her salary was supposed to be her dowry, most of it was spent on Xiao Pang. He would ask her for money to buy novels, snacks, and the like; she would also buy him delicious food and fun toys when she saw them.

If nothing unexpected happens, Xia Tian will definitely grow up to be an excellent brother-supporting demon.

"What's wrong? Little Bao'er, shall I go with you?" Xia Tian was more worried than if she herself were sick when she heard that he was sick.

"No need, no need, it's just diarrhea, it doesn't hurt anymore, I'll go buy some diarrhea medicine." How can I let anyone know about this? I have to keep it a secret even from my own sister.

"You're so spoiled," Xia Tian laughed. Even so, she still took out all the money in her pocket and handed it to him, both small and large bills. She really doted on the little fat boy; this handful of money was nearly forty or fifty yuan.

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The school is not far from the town; you can get there in no time by bicycle.

"Is anyone here?" Little Fatty had never been to such a big clinic before. He didn't know what to do as he entered and asked timidly.

"Buying medicine or seeing a doctor?" a woman's voice came from afar.

Little Fatty looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman in a white coat looking out from a small window.

"I'm here to see a doctor, Auntie," the chubby boy said honestly. He only dared to be arrogant with his family; he was very tactful with strangers.

"The registration fee is five yuan," the woman said, cracking sunflower seeds.

"Five yuan? It's so expensive to register?" The chubby boy was dumbfounded. He only had five yuan of pocket money a week.

"This price is the same all over the world, take it or leave it," the woman said dismissively, looking down.

"Okay..." Little Fatty handed over five yuan, feeling extremely distressed. His sister's money was his money. This was for ten popsicles and five roujiamo (Chinese hamburgers).

The woman took the money without asking him where he felt unwell. She put down the sunflower seeds she was holding, took a piece of paper, drew a couple of lines on it, and handed it to him: "Take the registration slip and go to the office inside to find Dr. Cao."

"Which office?" The chubby boy's tone had lost all respect.

"It's just one office," the woman said dismissively, cracking sunflower seeds.