"Your mother's stomach tumor is malignant, if she doesn't pay 100,000 to operate, she can only live for a month."
The doctor's voice in the corridor was very plain, but it fell on Ye Fan's ears like a needle in his heart.
Although he had been mentally prepared, at this moment, tears could not help but gush out.
Ye Fan was about to collapse because of the expensive surgery, he did not have so much money.
His adoptive father, Ye Wujiu, disappeared a year ago, and his adoptive mother, Shen Biqin, collapsed from a stomach tumor and was hospitalized.
This year, to treat his adoptive mother, Ye Fan not only exhausted his family's savings and borrowed a lot of loans, but also went to the Tang family's wedding as a son-in-law.
He worked as a cow and horse in the Tang family and lost all his dignity in exchange for half a million.
But this money, in the hospital in the twinkling of an eye used up.
Ye Fan is now left with a cell phone and ten dollars in his whole body.
"One hundred thousand more, one hundred thousand more ..."
Thinking about the number the doctor said, Ye Fan felt deep despair, there was no way he could get the hundred thousand together.
But he couldn't let his mother die.
"No, I must borrow one hundred thousand."
Wiping his tears, Ye Fan gritted his teeth and stood up, "I must not give up on my mother."
He decided to put aside his dignity to borrow money.
Ye Fan came to the first house and knocked on his eldest uncle's house.
The aunt opened the door with a stern face.
Ye Fan begged his aunt in desperation, "Aunt, my mother needs money for surgery ..."
"Still come to ask for money? Still, come to ask for money? Gave you two hundred dollars is not enough ah?"
"Get out, get out, get out, don't come here, we don't have such money-hungry relatives like you ..."
The aunt said while pushing Ye Fan out and then closed the security door with a bang.
Hearing these vitriolic words, Ye Fan was shaking with anger and slammed his fist on the wall.
He knew that people were indifferent, but he didn't expect that his eldest uncle, who had robbed his father's ancestral house, would refuse to give a tenth to help them.
Ye Fan had no choice but to shamelessly ask other relatives to borrow money, but none of them were willing to lend them.
They also warned Ye Fan not to harass them anymore, or they would immediately call the police to arrest him.
Then, the landlord also called, if the rent was not paid within a week, he would throw out the things in Shen Biqin's room.
At this time, the loan company also began to call Ye Fan constantly to urge him to pay back the money.
Ye Fan called Tang Ruoxue, who was traveling in the Maldives, with a stiff upper lip.
When Tang Ruoxue heard him open his mouth to ask for money, he hung up the phone with extreme boredom.
After blowing the cold wind on the street for half a day, Ye Fan dried his tears and came to the Zero Degree Bar.
It was owned by his ex-girlfriend Yuan Jing, no, I should say it was owned by his former roommate Huang Dongqiang, who had lent Yuan Jing five million to open the store.
Of course, because of this five million, Yuan Jing left Ye Fan and threw herself into Huang Dongqiang's arms.
With the gimmick of the school girl, this place is doing very hot business and has become a gathering place for many rich kids in Zhonghai.
Although Ye Fan came here feeling humiliated, thinking about his mother's surgery fee, he could only walk into the Zero Degree Bar again.
He also believed that Yuan Jing would lend the 100,000 for old times' sake.
There were people playing guitars and singing songs in the bar, and the atmosphere was lively.
The smell of premium perfume here all made Ye Fan feel inferior.
Ye Fan walked into the hall and the whole place instantly quieted down.
A dozen men and women in luxury clothes looked over.
Ye Fan also looked at Huang Dongqiang and Yuan Jing.
He saw a strong disdain in Huang Dongqiang's eyes and did not see a trace of guilt for stealing his girlfriend.
Yuan Jing wore a low-necked undershirt on top and a pair of tight leather pants on the bottom half of her body. Her white skin and two long, slender legs, coupled with her pretty face, were very eye-catching.
But her cold and condescending expression, again, made many people not dare to look at each other.
She looked at Ye Fan without emotion, that indifferent feeling, as if seeing a dog on the street.
Yuan Jing's bestie Yang Qian Qian jumped down from the high chair.
"Ye Fan, what are you doing here?"
The tone was disgusting.
Ye Fan plucked up his courage." I am here to ..."
"We don't need cleaners here."
Yang Qianqian sneered, "You get lost."
She had always looked down on the penniless Ye Fan, and she was the one who tried her best to set up Yuan Jing and Huang Dongqiang.
Ye Fan was busy waving his hand to explain, "I'm not here to be a janitor, I'm here to ..."
"Lemonade twenty-eight yuan, cocktails one hundred and eight yuan, can you afford to consume?"
Yang Qianqian sneered and struck out." Even if you have pocket money handed out by the Tang family, you are not welcome here."
Huang Dongqiang pooh-poohed." Unlucky, I didn't look at the calendar today and bumped into this loser."
Ye Fan had become the Tang family's door-to-door son-in-law for money, something that Huang Dongqiang and the others knew.
A dozen men and women heard his words and all laughed.
"I--"
Ye Fan walked up stiffly and looked at Yuan Jing who was just about to speak when a beautiful woman shouted again.
"Get your dirty hands off the leather couch."
She also waved her hand in front of her nose, as if Ye Fan was like a stinky gutter out of the general.
Ye Fan shrank back as if he had been bitten by a snake and blushed.
He knew he would be humiliated, but he didn't expect to be so desperate.
He gritted his teeth and blurted out, "I'm here to find Yuan Jing."
"Yuan Jing, let's go out and talk ..."
Ye Fan hoped to retain the last bit of face.
Yuan Jing's slender legs were crossed, her white toes glistening in the light, no sneer, no movement, but this was precisely the biggest dislike.
The corners of Huang Dongqiang's mouth hooked up with a touch of teasing." Yuan Jing is now my girlfriend, not something you can find whenever you want."
He also demonstratively rubbed a hand on Yuan Jing's leg.
Ye Fan's cheeks burned for a while." Yuan Jing, I really have something to find you, let's go out and talk."
Yuan Jing looked at Ye Fan and didn't respond, just condescending with a cold face, like looking at an insignificant ant.
"Get lost, the sight of you makes me sick."
Yang Qianqian impatiently shouted, "Don't ruin our mood."
Looking at Yuan Jing who didn't even leave herself a trace of shame, Ye Fan was disappointed and sad in his heart, but still squeezed out a word.
"Yuan Jing, I want to borrow one hundred thousand dollars from you."
Ye Fan made a promise." Don't worry, I will pay you back, I can mortgage my ID card and graduation certificate to you ..."
"One hundred thousand?"
Yang Qian Qian shouted exaggeratedly, "Ye Fan, you want to borrow 100,000? Your whole body is not even worth a hundred dollars, how dare you borrow 100,000?"
Ye Fan looked at Yuan Jing and explained, "My mother needs money for her surgery ..."
"I know it's abrupt, but I'm waiting to save my life, please."
He also took out his mother's medical records hoping to impress Yuan Jing.
Huang Dongqiang looked at him like an idiot: "Your father disappeared, the ancestral house was robbed by your eldest uncle, now the house is rented, you are a door-to-door son-in-law and still have no job, what can you borrow 100,000?"
In the past year after graduation, Ye Fan was either busy with his mother's illness or serving the Tang family, and had not been looking for a company to work for.
So now there is no job.
"When my mother's surgery is over, I'll look for a job right away, I can definitely pay it back."
Ye Fan is groundless, he can't wait to turn his head and run away, but it has come to this point, he must insist.
"Yuan Jing, I'm begging you, my mom has to have an operation and needs this money ..."
At this moment, Ye Fan felt humble really like a dog.
Yang Qian Qian disdainfully said, "We are not your father, your mother needs money for surgery, what does it have to do with us?"
"Yuan Jing, help me out."
Ye Fan looked at Yuan Jing and begged, "Money, will pay you back."
The crowd looked at Yuan Jing.
Yuan Jing looked at Ye Fan with a cold expression, and in a tone that was even colder than her face, she said words that made Ye Fan's heart chill: "Looking for me to borrow money? Don't you think it's ridiculous? What does it have to do with me if your mother is dead or alive?"
She sneered, "Do you think there is still an old love between us?"
"Don't make a fool of yourself."
"There is no white swan that cares about a toad."
Ye Fan looked at Yuan Jing with a stunned expression, hard to believe that these words came from her.
"Our circle is not for you to enter."
"My Yuan Jing's money is not something you can borrow either."
"I have even less than half feelings with you."
"By the way, in the past when I was dating you, I was sick and you gave me a Taiji jade pendant, saying it would bless me."
"Now, this taiji jade pendant is returned to you, take it to bless your mother safe and sound."
Yuan Jing fished out a piece of Taiji jade pendant from the bottom drawer of the table and threw it into Ye Fan's hand without expression.
"Go away, don't come here again."
"It's inappropriate for you to appear at the Zero Degree Bar, making both my Dongqiang and me very unhappy."
Her voice was calm, not half as overbearing, but it pressed people to the ground as if looking at an ant on the ground from the sky.
"Be a human being and have self-awareness."
Yang Qian Qian pushed Ye Fan away: "Get lost, toad."
Ye Fan looked desperate.
Huang Dongqiang suddenly spoke out, "I can lend you 100,000."
Ye Fan's eyes lit up and his whole body was excited: "Really?"
Huang Dongqiang smiled: "Kneel down."
Ye Fan's whole body blood coalesced, there was anger in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Flutter--"
Ye Fan knelt straight down.
His knees hurt, and his heart hurt even more.
But for the sake of his mother, Ye Fan did as he was told.
"Hahahaha--"
Yang Qianqian and the girls laughed delicately, not expecting Ye Fan, who was known to have the hardest bones, to kneel in front of them like this.
Some people picked up their phones to film this scene.
Yuan Jing raised her snow-white chin, as proud as a princess, and her contempt intensified: spineless man.
Huang Dongqiang went to a step bathroom and came back with a cup containing yellow liquid, then snapped and placed it in front of Ye Fan.
"Drink it on your knees."
Huang Dongqiang threw out a bank card, "This 100,000 to lend you."
Looking at the cup of liquid, Ye Fan first froze, and then became angry.
This is urine!
"You bastards!"
Ye Fan slammed the cup over: "It's too bullying."
Yuan Jing and the girls screamed and were in a mess.
Huang Dongqiang was furious and gave an order, "Beat him up!"
Ye Fan turned around and ran.
Seven or eight youths swarmed him.
Two fists could not defeat four hands, Ye Fan was quickly knocked down.
He leaned against the wall with his hands tightly protecting his head.
He had no sensation in his hands at all, just holding his head by instinct.
After receiving several heavy punches, Ye Fan began to bleed.
Yuan Jing and Yang Qian Qian exclaimed that they were in pain.
Ye Fan's counterattack was treacherous in their eyes, so he was to blame for ending up in this situation.
"Piece of shit!"
Huang Dongqiang stepped on Ye Fan's head with one foot.
"Bang..."
Ye Fan's hands holding his head finally let go and his whole body slid helplessly along the wall to the ground.
He passed out.
A tent of blood flowed out from his palm and seeped into the ancient Taiji jade pendant ...
"Whoosh--"
The light flickered away.
"I am the Taiji Medical Immortal, from today, you are my heir, get my Taiji scripture and the jade pendant of life and death, hang a pot to help the world, ferry people to themselves ..."
Ye Fan felt that he was in an ethereal void, and along with the voice of the inheritance, a huge amount of information flooded into his mind.
Martial medical arts, arcane needle techniques, cultivation techniques, constantly pounding ...
When a jade pendant of life and death surged into his palm, Ye Fan couldn't hold back a scream.
"Ah..."