91: Chapter 91 Shen Jie's Generosity!

In that rental apartment, the sound of a man's sobbing echoed, sounding so stifling that it made one's heart feel heavy.

Shen Jie sobbed while shouting intermittently, his voice so hoarse it sounded as if it had been rubbed against sandpaper.

"I just don't have any money, I really don't have any money!"

"Duoduo is only six years old. The doctor said if I don't pay, they'll stop her medication... That is my life!"

He suddenly raised his head, his face covered in grease and tear stains thrust directly in front of the camera, his eyes frighteningly red.

"Master, I lied to you just now."

"I thought, if I pretended to be a gambler, would you give me a number just to prove you could calculate it accurately..."

"I really have no other choice... I sold my house, my car, and even the two acres of land back in my hometown."

"My relatives and friends all avoid me when they see me, and they don't even answer my calls. Where else can I get money?"

As Shen Jie spoke, he suddenly went mad, turning around to rummage through that cluttered table.

The pile of discarded lottery tickets he pushed aside flew everywhere, like a miserable snowfall.

Soon, he pulled a red plastic bag from under a pile of miscellaneous items.

It was that kind of old-fashioned plastic bag, wrapped by him layer after layer, guarded more preciously than his own life.

Shen Jie's hands trembled as he untied the plastic bag.

Inside was not money, nor any valuable jewelry.

Instead, it was a stack of bright red little booklets.

He spread those booklets out one by one and held them up to the camera, his hands shaking so much he couldn't even see the words clearly.

"Master, look... look!"

"These are my blood donation certificates. I have eight of them! I've donated nearly 3,000 milliliters of blood!"

"This is my organ donation pledge. My wife and I both signed it!"

"I've never done anything bad in my life. I even feed stray dogs ham sausages when I see them on the road. Why does Heaven treat me like this?"

"Why did it have to be my daughter who got leukemia? Why!"

By the end of his shouting, Shen Jie's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound, leaving only the wheezing in his throat like a broken bellows.

He clutched those red booklets to his chest, curled up into a ball, and sobbed until his whole body convulsed.

In the livestream, the barrage that had just been spamming insults calling him "scum" and "gambling dog" had now gone completely silent.

The millions of online viewers seemed to have been collectively choked, unable to say a single word.

After several seconds, a few comments slowly drifted across the screen.

"Damn... I'm truly damned. What was I calling him just now?"

"This isn't a gambling dog, this is a mountain of fatherly love!"

"Eight blood donation certificates, and I don't even have one. I actually had the nerve to accuse him of wanting something for nothing."

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, uncle, I was wrong."

"Hangcheng Young Master: Stop talking, my face hurts. Who was cursing the loudest just now? Be self-aware, send gifts to apologize!"

Immediately after, the gift special effects in the livestream began to light up sporadically.

Although it wasn't as crazy as before, every message attached to the gifts consisted of the three words, "I'm sorry."

Su Yun looked at the desperate man on the screen and sighed softly.

He picked up his teacup, only to find it had long been empty.

"Shen Jie, get up."

Su Yun's voice was very soft, but it carried a force that compelled one to listen.

Shen Jie sobbed, slowly climbed up from the floor, and sat back down on that broken chair.

"There's no hope left, Duoduo is still waiting for me."

"I promised her that Daddy would definitely bring money back..."

"I've failed her, I'm a piece of trash..."

As Shen Jie spoke, he slowly stood up, his eyes becoming hollow and terrifying.

He reached out to touch the mouse, intending to turn off the livestream.

"Master, thank you for listening to my venting."

"I won't disturb you from making money anymore. I'm going to the hospital to accompany Duoduo for her final moments."

"Even if I have to die, I must stay by her side."

After finishing, his finger was about to click that red hang-up button.

Just at this moment.

Su Yun suddenly spoke up.

"Wait."

These two words were not loud, but they seemed to have some kind of magic, causing Shen Jie's finger to freeze in mid-air.

"Who told you to hang up?"

"Did I say you could leave?"

Shen Jie was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the screen, his eyes filled with confusion and despair.

"Master... didn't you say you couldn't help me?"

"If the lottery numbers can't be calculated, I don't blame you. This is my fate."

Su Yun smiled, his expression carrying a hint of playfulness.

"I can't calculate lottery numbers."

"But I never said you couldn't get money today either."

Shen Jie's eyes widened suddenly, his breathing becoming rapid.

"Master... what do you mean?"

"Are you saying I have a stroke of luck with wealth?"

Su Yun didn't answer directly, but instead picked up the folding fan on the table, opened it with a "snap," and fanned himself slowly twice.

"Shen Jie, the Wealth Palace in your life chart is indeed dim and lusterless."

"But the wealth in this world is not just limited to earned income and windfall wealth."

"There is another kind of wealth, called the Wealth of Good Deeds."

"You have accumulated good karma for half your life; tonight, it is time for it to bear fruit."

Su Yun said, closing the folding fan and pointing to Shen Jie's phone.

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave."

"You have a stroke of good fortune with a benefactor tonight."

"Someone has paid this life-saving money for you."

Shen Jie was completely bewildered.

Someone paid?

Who paid?

His relatives and friends had long since blocked him. Who would pay this huge sum of 300,000 for him?

The audience in the livestream was also stunned.

"A benefactor? Who? Could it be that some rich person got moved watching the stream?"

"It wouldn't be Hangcheng Young Master, would it? Although Young Master is rich, he wouldn't just throw money around like that, right?"

"300,000, not 30. Who is so generous?"

"Master Su is just giving him false hope to comfort him?"

Su Yun ignored the speculation in the comments and picked up his phone, silently starting the transfer.

[Transferring...]

[Transfer successful!]

In reality.

Su Yun looked at Shen Jie, who was still looking dazed on the screen, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Shen Jie, check your phone."

"There should be a text message."

Shen Jie lowered his head in a daze and looked at his phone with the cracked screen.

Just at this moment.

"Ding-dong."

A crisp text message notification sound rang out in the eerily quiet rental apartment.

Shen Jie shuddered, as if he had been scalded.

His hands trembled as he unlocked the screen.

It was a payment notification text from the Municipal People's Hospital.

Shen Jie squinted, reading it word by word, fearing he might have misread it.

"Dear patient's family member Shen Jie, hello."

"Your daughter Shen Duoduo's hospital account was successfully topped up at 21:05..."

Shen Jie's voice suddenly choked up.

He stared fixedly at the number, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

Units, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands...

300,000!

A full 300,000!

Shen Jie felt a "buzz" in his brain, and his whole person felt dizzy.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at it again.

Still 300,000!

"This, this..."

Shen Jie's hand holding the phone was shaking violently, and he couldn't even speak coherently.

He suddenly looked up at Su Yun, his lips trembling.

"Master, what is going on?"

"Who topped up the money for me? Did the hospital make a mistake?"

Su Yun shrugged, looking calm and indifferent.

"Didn't I just tell you?"

"You have a stroke of good fortune with a benefactor."

"As for who paid, does it matter?"

"What matters is that your daughter is saved."