127: How many rounds are left?

Wu Fan wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist and gently pinched her nose.

"Have you heard of a 'quack doctor'? They're barefoot doctors in the countryside who specifically treat poor people."

Bai Yan's face was flushed, and she was somewhat skeptical.

"Wu Fan, can you not hold me so tight?"

"No, you must always remember that you are my Girlfriend, understand?"

Bai Yan: "..."

After entering the inpatient department, a tall nurse saw Bai Yan and began to scold her.

"Why are you so late? Your grandpa's illness can't be delayed any longer."

"If you really don't have money, take him home earlier. Keeping him in the hospital is useless and just a waste of money."

She was outspoken, but what she said was true.

Bai Yan recognized her; she was the nurse responsible for her grandpa's ward. "I'm sorry, I've been trying to raise money these past few days."

"How is my grandpa doing?"

The nurse pushed her work cart and said, "Same as usual. We can only maintain him. Only a liver transplant can fundamentally solve the problem."

Bai Yan glanced at Wu Fan. "I've already prepared the money. Please arrange the surgery as soon as possible."

The nurse paused in surprise. "Really?"

After all, it was a major surgery, requiring a lot of money. It was quite difficult for a college student to raise it.

"Really, please arrange it, the sooner the better." Bai Yan said with certainty.

The nurse glanced at Wu Fan. "Your Boyfriend?"

Bai Yan: "..."

Wu Fan interjected, "Yes."

The nurse nodded, as if she understood something, then turned and walked into a ward.

Bai Yan lightly nudged Wu Fan's chest with her elbow.

"Brother Fan, can you go to the inpatient department's front desk and deposit the money later?"

"The hospital won't arrange the surgery without seeing the prepayment in the account."

Wu Fan's expression was stern, and he just grunted, "Mm."

Upon entering the ward, Bai Yan's grandpa lay on the innermost bed, his face sallow and his complexion very poor.

"Grandpa, I've come to see you."

Bai Yan ran over and grabbed his hand, tears instantly falling.

Her grandpa was her closest relative, the only person from whom she could feel affection.

If her grandpa were gone, she truly wouldn't know who else in this world would love her like he did.

"Xiao Yan, you're here? Let's get discharged and go home, okay?"

"Grandpa knows his own illness. There's no need to spend a lot of money anymore."

"People, after all, are going to die. One more day or one less day doesn't make much difference."

"Xiao Yan, listen to Grandpa, let's go home!"

He spoke intermittently, but his eyes were full of determination.

Bai Yan's silent tears became even more fierce.

"Grandpa, please rest assured and stay here. The doctors will arrange your surgery right away. You don't have to worry about the money; my Boyfriend's family is very rich and will help pay for it."

After she finished speaking, she wiped away her tears and turned to look at Wu Fan.

Wu Fan understood, walked to the head of the bed, and said, "Grandpa, Bai Yan is right. Money is not an issue. Just rest assured and wait for the surgery, okay?"

Only then did Grandpa see Wu Fan, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He scrutinized Wu Fan, a slight smile appearing on his face. "It's really good that Xiao Yan met you."

"Young man, you must treat Xiao Yan well. She's had a difficult life since she was young..."

Bai Yan quickly interrupted him, "Grandpa, let's not talk about the past. Things will get better and better in the future, so please don't worry."

Grandpa nodded and let out a soft sigh.

"I'm tired and want to sleep some more. You should go back early."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.

He was very weak and would get sleepy after talking too much.

He had liver disease; he could still manage eating and using the restroom on his own, but he tired easily and experienced liver pain. There were no other symptoms.

Bai Yan took out the kettle from under the bedside table, preparing to go to the hot water room to get water. "Brother Fan, please sit for a while."

"Mm."

Wu Fan sat down on the chair at the foot of the bed and looked up to see the patient information attached to the bedside card.

Name: Li Aiguo.

Gender: Male.

Age: 59.

Admission date: ... Wu Fan was stunned. Why was his surname Li? It wasn't the same as Bai Yan's.

Could it be...?

He was quite young, only 59 years old. It seemed he got married quite early.

Bai Yan came in, put the kettle down, pulled the blanket up for her grandpa, and motioned for Wu Fan to leave with her.

Once in the hallway, Bai Yan urged, "Brother Fan, are you going to pay?"

"How much do I need to prepay?"

"I just asked at the nurse's station, it's 300,000 for prepayment."

Wu Fan nodded, and the two walked side-by-side to the inpatient department's payment office.

After depositing the prepayment, Wu Fan handed her his phone.

Bai Yan took it, bewildered. "What for?"

"Re-add me as a wechat friend, save your phone number, and send me your bank card number."

Only then did Bai Yan understand. She said, "Oh," and began to operate it seriously.

"Done."

Wu Fan took his phone back, transferred the remaining balance, then put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. "How many times are left?"

Bai Yan looked up at his well-defined handsome face, her breathing slowing a beat.

He was actually very handsome. If only he wasn't such a scoundrel... "There are 29 times left..."

After she finished speaking, she felt her whole body heat up.

It was too shameful.

Wu Fan looked at her shy appearance, and an inexplicable sense of pleasure surged in his heart.

Quite cute, she even felt embarrassed.

He really didn't know what she was thinking when she so confidently recruited a sugar daddy in the group?

Most likely, it was a sack full of money!

"Very good. Always remember your identity and your task, understand?"

Bai Yan pouted and said nothing.

This man was so verbose, acting as if he had never had a Girlfriend in his life... Wu Fan led her into a high-end Western restaurant. He had already reserved a private room online.

Bai Yan was a bit reserved. After sitting down, she softly said, "Wu Fan, if you buy me expensive things and treat me to luxurious meals, I won't be able to pay you back."

Wu Fan said lightly, "You are my Girlfriend now. Buying you gifts and food, isn't that standard practice? You should feel happy."

Bai Yan: "..."

Happy?

Am I not just your plaything?

Why do you say it so grandiosely?

When the number of transactions is complete, won't you just spend money to buy another Girlfriend to play with?

Rich people sure can talk a lot.

She silently complained in her heart, but forced a smile on her face. "Brother Fan, don't order too much. It'll be a waste if we can't finish it."

Wu Fan handed her the menu. "You order. Don't order too much, just ten dishes."

Bai Yan: "..."

She was shocked by the prices inside; they were ridiculously expensive.

She roughly flipped through it and painstakingly ordered ten dishes, which took her more than ten minutes.

These dishes, in her heart, were no different from eating money.

Wu Fan was very patient, just smiling and watching her, occasionally reminding her, "Don't look at the prices, just order what you like."

For a fleeting moment, Bai Yan felt a little touched.

If only such a thoughtful man were really her Boyfriend.

But she immediately dismissed the thought.

This was just a rich man's usual trick to play with women; it was an illusion.

They would desperately throw money at women, and when they got tired one day, they would just find new ones. She absolutely must not take it seriously.

Whoever takes it seriously first will lose very badly.

Once the transaction is complete, she must stay away, and she must block him on wechat and her phone... that would be best.