After the cannon fodder mission was completed, the younger male protagonist went crazy

Chen Xingzhu coughed lightly and then continued, "You should have seen me handing Qiao Wenzhou a white plastic bag."

[It contains all the information about Ye Wenxin.]

[Ye Wenxin is Qiao Wenzhou’s mother.]

[She has lung cancer, and it's in the advanced stage.]

[Qiao Wenzhou may not understand the professional terms in the information, but he can definitely understand the fees mentioned above.]

[I specifically asked Secretary Zhang to use the best medicines and equipment for Ye Wenxin. The cost of doing so is... frighteningly high...]

[At least, that was a price he couldn't afford at the moment.]

[Originally, he fell into my hands because he had no money and could not afford to treat his illness.]

[And now he clearly saw how much this high cost was that he could not afford.]

[I don't need to threaten him at all. The string of numbers on the file is enough to make him feel threatened.]

At this point, Chen Xingzhu's eyebrows slightly raised, and he revealed a perfect smile.

Although the smile was not very ostentatious, the system suddenly felt the confidence and composure behind the host's smile.

After a short pause, Chen Xingzhu continued, "We humans have a saying: It's rare to be confused."

[Sometimes, not knowing or understanding something is actually a form of protection.]

[And now, after reading that information, Qiao Wenzhou will no longer be able to deceive himself. This is the reality he must face.]

[The more he cares about his mother, the more serious this crisis is.]

[The tragic reality is far more effective than my verbal threats.]

Looking at Chen Xingzhu who was talking eloquently, the system felt that it had once again refreshed its understanding of the host.

In fact, Chen Xingzhu's analysis was very similar to Qiao Wenzhou's mood at the moment.

Looking at the black and white words on the paper in his hand, Qiao Wenzhou felt as if he had suddenly become illiterate.

He seemed to not know Chinese characters. What does a 5% cure rate mean? What does "be prepared" mean?

It felt like a hammer was placed in my head, hitting it dully, again and again.

Blinking his eyes with all his strength, Qiao Wenzhou continued to look down.

His heart sank little by little, and Qiao Wenzhou even had a sense of absurdity.

Just like watching a black joke, his first reaction was laughter, and then... suspicion.

This is fake, right? This is all fake, right?

He knew that it was useless to escape, but he couldn't help but shrink back for a moment.

Clearly, his mother was still speaking to him tenderly just a second ago. She said: Wenzhou, there is something wrong with my body. The doctor said that I need to arrange a minor operation. It’s okay, it won’t cost much…

How much money does it cost if it doesn't cost much? He asked back at that time.

She said: Not much, probably only about 30,000 or 50,000...

When I heard this number, my heart suddenly settled down a little.

If it costs thirty or fifty thousand, it might really be just a minor problem.

It wasn't much, but for him who was penniless, it was still a huge sum of money and he couldn't take it out at the moment.

It was at this time that Mr. Chen came to the door...

And when Mr. Chen said, "Your mother is ill," he was not too worried.

But now, how could this happen?

What a minor problem! It’s not a minor problem at all!

She cheated on him!!

Heavy breathing echoed in his ears, and Qiao Wenzhou's arms were trembling slightly.

Staring intently at the black and white words on the paper in his hand, at this moment, he was angry at his own incompetence!

His dear mother was sick, very sick, but he couldn't afford the money to buy medicine!

If it weren’t for Mr. Chen, he might have… might have lost his mother last night… and he would have known nothing about it!

Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen...

His back suddenly relaxed and Qiao Wenzhou let out a long breath.

Now, he felt extremely fortunate. Fortunately... Fortunately, there was Mr. Chen...

How should he repay such a heavy favor?

With his eyes lowered, the boy's expression was somewhat mysterious and difficult to discern.

Outside, the system was clapping loudly, "Host, you are so awesome!"

Chen Xingzhu raised her chin slightly, trying to suppress her proud expression, "Hey, it's just so-so."

System: [No, no, you are really awesome!]

Chen Xingzhu continued to be modest, [No, no, you are overpraising me, you are really overpraising me…]

After several rounds of this, the system felt tired, but Chen Xingzhu was still very interested.

System: [……] So tired…

Chen Xingzhu: [? ] Why don’t you praise me anymore?

The system had to change the subject stiffly, [Host, does your head still hurt?]

It was just a casual question, but unexpectedly, Chen Xingzhu felt it carefully and said, "It seems... a little painful..."

System: [Hmm... Hmm? Still hurting? What's going on?]

Chen Xingzhu shook his head in confusion, "I don't know either."

System: […Or… why don’t you go see a doctor?]

Chen Xingzhu: [Good idea!]

Chen Xingzhu did what he said and was ready to leave.

However, his footsteps stopped in mid-air, and Chen Xingzhu suddenly thought, "System, leaving Qiao Wenzhou here alone, isn't that... not a good idea?"

The system didn't care and said: "What's wrong with that? He's already an adult, how can he be lost?"

Chen Xingzhu: [Emm...you are right.]

Having said that, he walked away.

After coming out of the emergency room, Chen Xingzhu passed the service desk in the middle and went straight to the registration machine at the back.

As he often falls ill, he has already memorized the hospital procedures.

It didn't take too long for Chen Xingzhu to come face to face with the doctor.

Sitting there like a good boy, he honestly explained his condition.

"I have a headache, a dull, swollen pain."

"The pain started after I woke up in the car, but it stopped after I got off the car."

"I didn't pay attention to it until later, and just now I realized that it seems to be hurting all the time."

"There are no other symptoms at the moment, just a headache."

After making sure that he had nothing more to say, Chen Xingzhu asked, "Doctor, what's wrong with me? Do I need a brain CT scan?"

The doctor, whose hair was already showing signs of silver, nodded slightly to show that he understood.

Then she took out a thermometer.

Chen Xingzhu quickly said, "Doctor, no need to measure, I don't have a fever."

The doctor adjusted his glasses and said, "Take a test, young man. I think you have a low-grade fever."

Low-grade fever? Chen Xingzhu felt it carefully, no...

Placing the thermometer in front of Chen Xingzhu, she asked, "It may be a migraine caused by a low-grade fever. Did you not sleep well last night?"

Speaking of last night, Chen Xingzhu's eyes flickered a little, and then he stammered, "Well... yes... yes..."