The white rose I picked up cried and said she liked me.

With the addition of Xu Xi's intelligent brain, Xiaoxi Canteen was able to develop again.

Before the end of the semester, we successfully reached a cooperation agreement with Yuncheng Urban Architecture College.

During the school's construction, food delivery workers wearing Xiaoxi Canteen uniforms began to appear.

However, due to the small number of students, even though the school only symbolically takes 10% of the profits as admission fees, the income is still less than half that of Yuncheng University.

News of Xu Xi's illness gradually spread among acquaintances.

Students from various campuses and majors of Yuncheng University spontaneously raised 75,341 yuan using their own living expenses, which was then delivered to Xu Xi through Wen Yao.

"These are the people who give us a full meal, the people who carry firewood for everyone; we must not let them freeze to death in the wind and snow."

"Go Xu Xi! We're waiting for you to recover and come back to crush the cafeteria's spirits!"

The vendors at Yunda Food Street also crowdfunded 100,000 yuan, which was transferred to Xu Xi's account.

"Boss Xu helped us get a meal, and we will never forget Boss Xu's kindness."

One day during summer vacation, Zhang Feng arrived at Xu Xi's ward carrying a fruit basket and a heavy black plastic bag.

"I'm sorry, Xu Nian, Xu Xi, I've been too busy lately. There's a vicious murder case that's been unsolved for a long time, so I haven't had time to visit you."

"Believe that miracles can happen, take care!"

He stayed for a short time, briefly explained a few words to Xu Nian, then put down the fruit basket and plastic bag and left the ward.

Perhaps it was because of the murder case he mentioned that he was under too much pressure.

After he left, Xu Nian opened the plastic bag and immediately burst into tears.

Inside the plastic bag were bundles of banknotes tied together with rubber bands.

This policeman, who supports his family of three on a meager salary and can't even afford to buy a bottle of real liquor when he occasionally indulges himself, took out 150,000 yuan at once to help these two unrelated children.

This 150,000 is probably all his savings.

A few days later, Xu Hu arrived at the hospital with a group of laborers who had previously worked with Xu Nian, looking menacing.

These rough men, who had never known the meaning of "delicate" in their lives, showed all their tenderness to Xu Xi, coaxing her to be happy and making her laugh, and offering her blessings written in crooked handwriting, praying that she would overcome her illness and return to being that gentle little angel in peace and health.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Hu grabbed Xu Nian by the ear and dragged him out of the ward while cursing.

"Damn it, I was the last to know our sister got sick! You want to get yourself killed?"

After venting his anger, Xu Hu led his men away from the hospital without looking back.

Xu Nian smiled wryly and reached into her pocket, only to find an extra bank card.

Two hundred thousand yuan lay quietly inside.

This is a bustling cement road with 60,000 takeout orders.

In the sorting warehouse, where you're drenched in sweat all year round, there are over two million express packages.

On the construction site, where workers toil under the dust and soil, the income comes from more than 15 million bricks.

Xu Nian rubbed her aching ears, silently clutching the bank card, her eyes glistening with tears.

A few days later, someone he absolutely did not expect came to the ward.

"Mr. Xu, please don't think Xiaoman gave you too little."

The elegant woman, who always wore a charming smile, gently slipped a bank card containing 300,000 yuan into the boy's hand.

"After all, you know how badly Xiaoman's books sell."

"I don't know how to thank you enough."

Unable to hide the tears welling in her eyes, Xu Nian quietly turned her head away and wiped the tear tracks from her cheeks with her sleeve.

If this amount of money were in ancient times, it would have been enough to allow Zhou Xiaoman to marry into a very wealthy family as a dowry.

Yet he simply gave it to a complete stranger, without expecting anything in return.

"Mr. Xu, you asked Xiaoman a question, and Xiaoman would also like to ask Mr. Xu a question."

Zhou Xiaoman handed her a pack of tissues with a smile.

The question she was referring to was that night when Xu Nian asked her what she knew that she didn't.

Ask away, I'll answer everything I know.

Xu Nian mimicked her answer from that night.

"If one day, Xiaoman is also lying in a hospital bed, on the verge of death."

"Will Mr. Xu shed a few tears for Xiaoman?"

Upon hearing this question, Xu Nian was stunned for a long time.

Zhou Xiaoman lay on the hospital bed, on the verge of death. Would he shed tears?

"Probably."

He thought for a long time and then spoke sincerely.

Regardless of the circumstances, even if one's own belongings are damaged during a meeting, it will still cause sadness.

Let alone living, breathing people.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiaoman's bright eyes curved slightly, revealing a relieved smile.

"Don't tell White Rose that I was here."

"Otherwise, you'll be in real trouble."

After leaving those words, she departed the hospital, leaving behind only a faint fragrance.

Xu Nian lowered her head and composed herself in the bathroom before returning to the ward.

On the hospital bed, there were white sheets, white blankets, and white roses.

The girl's hand was covered with a dense array of medical equipment wires and IV tubing.

Together, they were thicker than her arms.

With his other hand, he slowly tapped on the keyboard of the laptop in front of him.

The occasional coughing sound evoked pity.

"Little Creek, would you like to lie down for a while?"

Xu Nian's heart clenched, and she wanted to lay down the small table so that the girl could lie down and rest.

"No...cough cough...no need..."

The girl waved weakly.

"She came by, didn't she?"

Xu Nian was startled, but still nodded obediently.

"How much money did she donate?"

30.

Xu Xi nodded slightly and gently typed a line of characters in a document on the computer desktop.

"Violet, 30."

......

In the sweltering heat of August, two elderly people, each in their eighties, helped each other to Xu Xi's hospital room.

"Grandpa Deng, Grandpa Liu!"

Xu Nian quickly stood up and invited the two elderly people to sit down on the chairs.

Upon seeing Xu Xi's haggard appearance, the two elderly people choked up, their sleeves stained with tears.

"Grandpa Deng, Grandpa Liu, don't be sad, I'm doing very well!"

As Xu Xi spoke, she struggled to sit up, wanting to get out of bed and peel two apples for them.

Before I could even finish slicing, I was coughing so hard I couldn't stand up straight.

Xu Nian quickly helped her slender body back onto the hospital bed.

"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!"

Grandpa Liu slapped his thigh in anguish.

"Which quack doctor treated Xu's illness? It's been so long and he still can't cure her? What right does he have to hoard his place in the hospital without doing anything?"

"Old Chief, it's me."

Huang Jianjun appeared at the door of the ward with a guilty look on his face.

"Jianjun? What, it's you?"

When Deng Xiaoping saw Huang Jianjun, his face turned ashen.

If other doctors couldn't cure Xu Xi's illness, he would definitely denounce them as incompetent and then use his existing connections to change Xu Xi's attending physician.

If even Huang Jianjun can't cure this disease, then it's beyond saving even by a miracle worker.