13: Chapter 13 Random Mission Triggered! Raise Money!

After getting out of the car and thanking Principal Liu Zhifeng, Chen Mo appeared in the children's view, carrying three thousand yuan worth of K-Food.

The fried chicken, exuding a rich aroma, made the children feel a hint of unfamiliarity, but Chen Mo's robust physique gave them plenty of courage.

"Brother Mo! Did you buy this for us?"

A little girl with deathly pale skin and white hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes ran over and hugged Chen Mo's leg.

Her red eyes, looking like a little white rabbit's, stared at the bag in Chen Mo's hand, and drool flowed out inadvertently.

"Of course. After all, your Brother Mo is now a First-Grade Martial Artist, and I get a two-thousand-yuan subsidy every month!"

Chen Mo held the fried chicken high, drawing cheers from the children.

"Wow! Brother Mo is a martial artist!"

"Brother Mo, Brother Mo! Is a First-Grade Martial Artist strong? Can you beat the Director?"

The children chattered and discussed, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at Chen Mo.

"To celebrate me becoming a First-Grade Martial Artist, Brother Mo is treating everyone to K-Food today!"

"Everyone gets a share, no fighting or grabbing!"

For this dilapidated Orphanage that only receives a thirty-thousand-yuan subsidy per year, K-Food's fried chicken was something these children could only dream of.

After distributing the fried chicken to the children, Chen Mo carried another large paper bag and walked into the Director's office.

"Director, why didn't you come out just now?"

Chen Mo placed his and the Director's portions of fried chicken on the table, his gaze passing over the paper bag to look at Director Gu Sanding.

But it would have been fine if he hadn't looked; at one glance, Chen Mo stood up instantly.

"Director! Old Man Gu! What happened to you!?"

Seeing Director Gu Sanding lying on the floor in agony, Chen Mo picked him up without a second thought.

"I'm fine... give me the fast-acting heart pills in the drawer."

Director Gu Sanding patted Chen Mo with trembling purple lips, which slightly reduced the panic in Chen Mo's heart.

Bang! Chen Mo ripped the third drawer of the desk right out; he crushed the small bottle of fast-acting heart pills and put the small pills into Director Gu Sanding's mouth.

"Right, to the hospital, hurry to the hospital!"

Chen Mo was just about to carry Director Gu Sanding to the hospital when the old man stopped him.

"Put me down. It's just my heart condition acting up."

"When people get old, they get like this; all sorts of minor ailments come knocking."

After taking the fast-acting heart pills, Director Gu Sanding felt much better. He sat in the chair, panting in small breaths.

"No, we must go to the hospital."

Looking at Director Gu Sanding's pale, wrinkled face, a tearing pain surged in Chen Mo's heart.

"I said it's not necessary..."

But how could Director Gu Sanding's thin, frail frame stop Chen Mo?

After temporarily entrusting the Orphanage to Xueni, a slightly older child, Chen Mo took Director Gu Sanding to the Old District General Hospital.

"Doctor, what's the diagnosis?"

Chen Mo rubbed his hands nervously; he hadn't been this nervous even when facing those simulation robots.

"The old gentleman's condition has likely been going on for quite some time."

"Coronary artery stenosis, severe angina. If he doesn't get a stent soon, the old gentleman could be in life-threatening danger at any moment."

The doctor looked at the medical report in his hand and told Chen Mo the severity of Director Gu Sanding's condition very bluntly.

"Based on the current situation, the old gentleman needs at least three stents to recover."

"I just checked, and the old gentleman doesn't have medical insurance. You'll have to pay out of pocket."

"Surgery, post-operative recovery, and supplies..."

"All in all, it will cost about one hundred and fifty thousand. Family members should prepare the money."

The doctor returned the report to Chen Mo and said solemnly.

"I understand."

Chen Mo gripped the report in his hand. It was just one hundred and fifty thousand; he would find a way.

"It's best to have the surgery done within half a month. Also, you must ensure the old gentleman's emotions remain stable during this time, otherwise, there is a risk of a heart attack at any moment."

"Also, it's best to admit him for observation now. We will perform the surgery once all indicators are within acceptable ranges."

The doctor told Chen Mo about all the risks and potential situations, then sat quietly, waiting for Chen Mo's decision.

[Random Task Triggered!]

[For the old Director who raised you from childhood and is no different from a biological grandfather, you will absolutely not watch him fall ill!]

[Save the old Director! Funds raised 0 / 150,000]

[Task completion rewards: 'Strength Attribute Point' × 20, 'Constitution Attribute Point' × 10, 'Agility Attribute Point' × 10, 2.5x Cultivation Acceleration Card (24 hours) × 1]

"Let's get him admitted first. I'll handle the money later."

Chen Mo took a deep breath. He was a martial artist now and fully capable of raising this one hundred and fifty thousand.

Even without this task, Chen Mo would not just stand by and watch the old man fall ill.

"Okay, then I'll process the admission procedures for you."

Two hours later, in the inpatient ward.

Director Gu Sanding lay on the bed without saying a word, his eyes filled with guilt.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Mo."

"It's me who is useless. Not only can I not help you, but I'm also holding you back..."

"Old man, what are you being sentimental for?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, very dissatisfied with Director Gu Sanding's near self-pitying attitude.

"I'm a First-Grade Martial Artist now. It's just a bit of hospital fees; I can earn it in minutes."

"Just rest assured and get treated in the hospital. I'll have that girl Xueni come over to take care of you."

"All you need to do now is keep a good mood and don't cause me any more trouble."

Director Gu Sanding stared blankly at Chen Mo, and after a long while, revealed an ugly smile.

"Okay, I definitely won't cause you any trouble."

"But you'll have to worry more about the Orphanage."

Seeing that Director Gu Sanding was no longer wallowing in self-pity, Chen Mo also felt relieved.

"Don't worry, everything is fine over there with me."

During these three days of rest, Chen Mo spent almost all his time at the hospital accompanying Director Gu Sanding.

On the evening of the third day, Chen Mo brought Xueni over. After all, he had to go to the Abyssal Rift for combat training tomorrow and wouldn't be able to look after things here.

Moreover, whether he could raise the one hundred and fifty thousand within half a month depended on his gains from this trip into the Abyssal Rift.

For ordinary martial artists wanting to make money, the best place is the Abyssal Rift. Here, crises and opportunities coexist; one careless move could cost you your life.

Fortunately, the Abyssal Rift in Luo City is only C-grade, so the danger coefficient is not high.

But conversely, the gains would also drop significantly.

The next morning, after settling the children, Chen Mo took two extra-large burlap sacks and got into Principal Liu Zhifeng's car.

"What's going on? Why don't I see Director Gu Sanding?"

Principal Liu Zhifeng looked back at Chen Mo in the back seat, feeling a bit strange.

"The old man is sick and is currently hospitalized."

Chen Mo didn't hide it and told Principal Liu Zhifeng the situation directly.

Principal Liu Zhifeng was silent for a moment, then took out his phone, intending to call his wife.

One hundred and fifty thousand is not a small amount of money; he wanted to tell his wife before using the money to save someone.

"No, Principal Liu, there's no need."

Chen Mo held down Principal Liu Zhifeng's hand and shook his head firmly at him.

"For this combat training in the Abyssal Rift, I will try my best to raise the old man's surgery fees and hospital fees."

"You have already helped me a lot; I can't let you spend any more money."

"Just let me have a bit more of the loot when the time comes, and I'll exchange it for some money."