After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

"No way," Su Xiaoxiao said seriously. "You guys don't know the strict rules of Brother Lin's shop."

"No reservations! It's all based on the queue on-site, first come, first served."

"Don't even mention you guys offering a hundred; even if those billionaire bosses in Jiangcheng today offered tens of thousands of yuan to pre-order a cup of soy milk, Brother Lin wouldn't even give them a second glance!"

Li Na chimed in, "That's true. Boss Lin is notoriously eccentric; rules are paramount. Anyone who dares to try to cut in line or make reservations will be blacklisted and never be allowed to enter the house again."

The girl in the next dorm room sighed and helplessly put her phone away: "It's that strict? They won't even let us through any back channels? Looks like I'll have to go to Jin Street and queue up in person tomorrow morning."

"If you want to drink, you have to go early." Su Xiaoxiao tightened the lid of the thermos. "Brother Lin only prepares a limited number of servings each day. If you're not there by 5 a.m. tomorrow, you probably won't even be able to join the end of the line."

Several girls gasped in shock upon hearing this, secretly resolving that even if they were frozen solid by tomorrow morning, they would still form a group to queue up at Jin Street.

……

As evening fell, snow enveloped the entire city of Jiangcheng.

The snow on the streets was already above ankle-deep, there were few pedestrians, and vehicles were driving very slowly.

United Family Healthcare, a high-end private hospital, features VIP special care wards.

The corridor was quiet, with a faint smell of disinfectant in the air. Inside the ward, the temperature was maintained at twenty-five degrees Celsius, making it warm and cozy.

Su Qing sat back on the large hospital bed, her face as pale as paper.

In just a few days, she lost a lot of weight. Her once beautiful face looked very haggard, her cheekbones were slightly raised, and her eyes were deeply sunken and bloodshot.

An IV needle was inserted into the back of her left hand, and the clear medicine dripped slowly into her veins through the IV tube.

"Neurometabolic blockade syndrome".

Severe rejection made it impossible for her to eat any food. Even if she only drank a sip of the thinnest white porridge, she would gag violently within five minutes, vomiting up all her stomach contents.

Beside the hospital bed, Dr. Chen, the attending physician, held a freshly released biochemistry report, his brows furrowed tightly.

"President Su, the situation is not optimistic," Director Chen said in a deep voice.

"Your gastric mucosal atrophy has worsened since last week. If you continue to be unable to eat, intravenous nutrition alone can only sustain you for a maximum of two weeks."

half a month.

These three words struck Su Qing's heart like a heavy hammer.

Su Qing gripped the bedsheet tightly. "Director Chen, is there really no other way?"

Su Qing's voice was terribly hoarse, as if sand was rubbing against her throat.

"What about imported immunosuppressants? What about gene-targeted drugs? I'm not short of money. As long as it can cure me, I'm willing to use any medicine."

Director Chen sighed and shook his head: "This isn't about money. Your immune system is indiscriminately attacking your own digestive organs. There's currently no effective treatment in the world."

Director Chen paused for a moment, then added, "Last month, the First Municipal Hospital admitted a similar critically ill patient, also suffering from organ failure and rejection. But it's said that he recovered and was discharged after a few days by eating a medicinal diet from a shop on Phoenix Golden Street."

"Medicinal diet therapy?" Su Qing stared intently at Director Chen. "Where is that person? What's their name?"

"I don't know." Director Chen smiled wryly. "President Li of the First Municipal Hospital gave a strict order that the level of secrecy be very high, and even the medical records have been sealed."

"I asked several times, but the other party refused to reveal a single word."

A ruthless glint flashed in Su Qing's eyes.

She can't die; the performance-based agreement for the company's IPO expires next month, and she absolutely cannot fall.

……

It's 10:30 p.m.

The inpatient building of Jiangcheng First People's Hospital.

The shift handover meeting for the internal medicine floor has just ended.

Dr. Zhou, in his thirties, walked wearily out of the conference room, rubbing his throbbing temples.

He took off his white coat and hung it in his office, then put on his down jacket, looking listless.

Just as I reached the end of the corridor, my phone started vibrating rapidly in my pocket.

Dr. Zhou took it out and saw a string of unmarked numbers displayed on the screen. His expression changed, and he pressed the answer button.

"Hey Zhou, the deadline's up."

A sinister voice came from the other end of the phone, "Three million in usurious loans, plus interest. If you don't pay it back today, we'll go to your house tomorrow and break your wife and kids' legs."

"I...I'm trying to figure something out, please give me a few more days..." Dr. Zhou's voice trembled, filled with pleading.

"Find a solution? You've lost everything in the stock market, what are you going to figure out? If you don't see the money by midnight tomorrow, you're on your own!"

The other party hung up the phone.

Dr. Zhou stood in the cold corridor, holding his phone, his whole body trembling.

He's an attending physician with a decent income, but recently he became obsessed with leveraged stock trading, using ten times the leverage. As a result, he suffered a margin call, losing not only the house left to him by his parents but also incurring a three million yuan debt from loan sharks. These past few days, creditors have been harassing him relentlessly, and he's been driven to the brink of despair.

He wiped his face, lowered his head, and walked down the stairs to the underground parking lot.

The underground parking lot was empty and dimly lit.

Dr. Zhou had just walked to his Honda sedan, unlocked it with his key, and was about to open the car door.

Suddenly, a thick hand reached out from behind and abruptly covered Dr. Zhou's mouth.

Before Dr. Zhou could even cry for help, two figures quickly approached from the side, twisted his arm, and shoved him into a black minivan parked nearby.

With a loud bang, the car door slammed shut.

The car was dimly lit. Dr. Zhou was pressed tightly into the seat, his whole body trembling, his voice shaking uncontrollably.

"Who...who are you? What do you want?"

Sitting opposite him was a burly man with a face full of scars, wearing a black leather overcoat.

It was Zhang Lei's subordinate, A Biao.

Ah Biao held a fruit knife in his hand, slowly and methodically peeling an apple without even lifting his eyelids:

"Dr. Zhou, don't shout. No one in this underground parking lot will hear you even if you shout your lungs out. Let's talk business."

After saying that, Ah Biao kicked a black canvas bag next to his feet.

The bag was zipped open, and inside were neatly stacked stacks of 100-yuan bills that were still sealed, which looked like a sum of hundreds of thousands of yuan in cash.

Dr. Zhou's eyes widened instantly.

Ah Biao peeled off a piece of apple, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with a crunching sound, his tone icy:

"I heard Dr. Zhou recently owes three million yuan in high-interest loans? Those debt collectors probably already went to the kindergarten your daughter attends this afternoon, right?"

Dr. Zhou's face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with overwhelming fear: "You...you mustn't touch my daughter!"

"Whether you use your daughter against her or not depends on whether you cooperate or not."

Ah Biao sneered and pushed the 500,000 yuan in cash forward. "Here's 500,000 yuan in cash. If you do me a small favor, this money is yours."

"In addition, we can put in a good word for you with the loan sharks and waive the interest on your debts, ensuring the safety of your entire family."

Dr. Zhou's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he stared intently at the 500,000 yuan in cash.

"What...do you want me to do?" Dr. Zhou asked in a hoarse voice.

"Simple." Ah Biao put away the fruit knife.