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

"Teacher Jiang, could you please give me the contact information for that medical institution?"

Xu Nian suppressed her excitement and joy.

Only one voice remained in his mind.

The stream is saved...

The stream is saved!

"only..."

A misty haze appeared in Teacher Jiang's sparkling almond-shaped eyes.

"Their treatment costs are very high."

She lowered her head and stroked the pendant on her chest.

"Back then, our family had already bought medicine for Yuting for two years, lost the house we had lived in for several years, lost my father's car, and lost my favorite piano."

"We'll only get that money out of us if we win the lottery."

"But no one believed in such a thing and continued to work hard for this huge sum of money."

"My mother sold the ancestral home, and my father was burdened with debts he could never repay in his lifetime."

"I also left school and worked three jobs a day."

"The only conscious person is Yuting, who is lying in the hospital bed."

One day, she said to me, "Sister, I want to leave the hospital and see the most beautiful scenery in the world."

"I promised her that once you get better, your sister will take you there."

"She smiled; it was the first time she had smiled in the two years since she was admitted to the hospital."

"But the very next day, she swallowed two bottles of sleeping pills and fell into a deep sleep forever in that sunless winter."

"Since then, Dad's hair has gradually turned black again, and Mom's wrinkles have become fewer and fewer."

"And I was able to go back to school and continue studying my favorite music."

"She gave up the opportunity to witness the beauty of the world so as not to be a burden to us."

......

After saying goodbye to Teacher Jiang, Xu Nian immediately returned to the hospital and went straight to Huang Jianjun's office.

Following the phone number given to him by Teacher Jiang, Huang Jianjun made that international call.

Xu Nian couldn't understand the foreign language they were speaking, but she knew that a look of joy appeared on Huang Jianjun's face, followed by a deep frown.

"Director Huang, how is it?"

After hanging up the phone, Xu Nian's heart was pounding, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"This organization does indeed possess gene-editing technology that can completely cure Beppuv's disease."

Looking at Xu Nian's weathered face, Huang Jianjun couldn't help but sigh.

"However, they charge a lot."

"Converted to our country's currency, it would cost ten million yuan."

Ten million?!

Xu Nian's expression froze completely.

Ten million was a number he wouldn't even dare to dream of.

"Director Huang...is it really ten million?"

Huang Jianjun nodded solemnly.

"I can help you arrange the procedures and processes for medical treatment abroad."

"But the cost... I'm sorry, I can't help you with that."

......

As Xu Nian left Huang Jianjun's office, her mind went blank.

Instead of returning to his ward, he went to the hospital rooftop and sat down with trembling legs.

The sky was overcast, a light drizzle fell, and the patter of raindrops landed on the tips of his pale hair.

Rain and tears streamed down the boy's cheeks, wetting his collar.

His mood was like a rollercoaster ride.

Give him hope, then give him despair.

Ten million... is a more cruel statement than "incurable".

It's like a traveler lost in the desert, on the verge of dehydration, who, in a daze, sees a lush oasis in the distance.

There, clear springs flow and green leaves abound.

But when he finally managed to get there with all his remaining strength, he found it was just a mirage.

He would rather it all be a pipe dream.

No wonder, even though Teacher Jiang knew the way to completely cure Bepong's disease, she still couldn't pull her sister back from the brink of death.

The opportunity was right in front of us, but we lacked the ability to seize it.

What a despairing reality this is!

There is only one disease in this world.

That's poverty.

......

In the ward, all of the girl's friends arrived and gathered around her bedside.

They wanted to help her fulfill her last wish in this world.

That was her wedding to the man she loved.

"Xi Bao, you and Xu Nian are not yet of legal marriage age, so you can't get a marriage certificate."

Xu Xi lay on the hospital bed, her face pale.

She was almost completely exhausted today, and even her voice was so weak that you had to strain your ears to hear it.

"It's okay."

For her, the marriage certificate was not important.

As long as she can complete the wedding ceremony and proclaim her love for her beloved to the world, she will have no regrets.

The ward door was gently pushed open, and Xu Nian walked in, looking lost and dejected.

"elder brother..."

Hearing familiar footsteps, the girl struggled to sit up and looked towards the ward door.

"I'm back."

Xu Nian placed a bag of fruit on the bedside table.

He went out under the pretext of buying items.

If you come back without bringing anything back, your lie will be exposed.

"Is it raining outside?"

Seeing her brother soaking wet, Xu Xi opened the drawer, took out a towel, and wanted to wipe the water droplets off his cheeks.

"Yes, it drizzled a little."

Xu Nian took the towel from her hand and gently laid her body flat.

This girl, even though she was in so much pain, was still thinking about taking care of him.

"Brother...the day after tomorrow is my birthday...let's...cough cough cough...let's set our wedding...for that day..."

"it is good."

Xu Nian nodded.

His sadness welled up again.

The rose before him was a symbol of his love; even at the end of his life, he wanted to pass on its fragrance to his beloved.

But he could only watch helplessly as the rose withered in his hand.

"I'm going home to get some clothes."

Unable to control his emotions, he covered his eyes and left the ward.

Once on the street, Xu Nian let her tears flow freely in the cold rain.

He used to hate rainy days.

The rainy weather tore his family apart, and he began a life of constant wandering.

But now, he has gradually come to like rainy days.

Because on rainy days, you can fully vent your emotions.

No one would step out of their house on a cold, rainy day to see his plight.

Even if there were, one would assume that the salty tears on his face were just cold rain.

The phone rang at an inopportune moment, sounding so abrupt amidst the noisy rain.

"Feed?"

"Hello Mr. Xu, I am a customer manager from Wuyou Loan. Your loan of 100,000 yuan from our platform is five days overdue. Are you experiencing any repayment difficulties?"

"I'm short of money right now. If you lend me some more, I'll pay you back."

How much money do you need?

"Ten million."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before the dial tone sounded.

Just before hanging up, Xu Nian heard a curse word and a threat that meant nothing to him.

He put down his phone and walked away into the distance, lost in thought.