I transferred the money from my card to Dad Yan.
He patted my shoulder without a word, turned to go pay the medical fees, and wiped his eyes as he walked.
Life without money was hard.
Back when they needed to borrow money for Brother Qi's charter flight, I didn't know how many phone calls they had to make, or how many harsh, sarcastic words they had to endure.
And now, not long after, they needed money again—and it was my money, too.
How could he feel good about that?
Yan Luo sat on the bench outside the operating room, looking utterly drained. Brother Qi patted his back from his wheelchair to comfort him: "Mom has just been working too hard lately. As long as she rests properly from now on, she'll be fine..."
Yan Luo turned to look at me, his expression helpless and full of guilt.
I couldn't help walking over and pulling his head into my arms.
Yan Luo leaned against my chest, wrapping his arms around my waist and slowly tightening his grip.
Brother Qi silently retreated to the side, staring at the light of the operating room.
Mom Yan's surgery was a success, but the doctor said her illness was the result of long-term exhaustion, and her lumbar spine was too severely damaged. She must never overexert herself again in the future.
When Dad and My Mom in Yuncheng heard the news, they rushed back in a hurry, bringing Jubaoge with them.
They tried to transfer Juyan's ten-thousand-yuan advance salary to Dad Yan, but Dad Yan refused to take it. "Xiaohe has already trans…
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