Why the hell should I take the blame for something I never did?!
Am I supposed to slave away paying off the romantic debts the original owner of this body left behind?!
Sorry,
I'm not that much of a saint.
Thinking this, Jian Ran was about to deliver a few more harsh words.
Unfortunately, the nurse outside suddenly entered and interrupted him. "Jian Dan, your mother's hospital fees..."
At her voice, a trace of embarrassment crossed Jian Dan's face, his fists clenched and his eyes red. His voice softened considerably as he interrupted, "I know. I'll find a way as soon as possible."
"Find a way?" The older nurse froze, then looked toward Jian Ran in puzzlement. "Hasn't your brother already paid everything off?"
"Didn't he tell you?"
Jian Dan froze and murmured, "Ran, you..."
"Hurry up and get everything ready for the transfer. Don't delay her treatment!" the head nurse said sternly.
"Transfer? Where to?" Jian Dan was still completely confused.
Jian Ran, who had remained silent all this time and had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, abruptly said, "Somewhere that can treat her, of course."
"This hospital's equipment is too outdated, and the surgeon isn't professional enough."
Since his mother's life was at stake, Jian Dan didn't let his emotions get the better of him. He followed Jian Ran through all the transfer arrangements. Only after they had settled their mother into a private room did he wipe the sweat from his forehead, notice something off about the atmosphere, and grow a little uneasy.
"Ran..." Jian Dan looked up, hesitating. "Where did you get the money?"
Jian Ran gave him a languid glance. "Where? By risking my life for it, of course."
"Ran!" Jian Dan grew agitated again. "We can't sell our bodies!"
Jian Ran: "..."