The doctor told him about his difficulties. Without the director's approval, he could not have the ability to perform automatically.

Xuan Hao hoped that this was true, so he went to beg the hospital director to be open, but the answer he got silent and his heart fell to the bottom.

"What are you doing when you don't have money to come to the hospital?" The director glanced at him and ignored him anymore.

He finally understood that the dean in front of him, wearing a white coat, only money in his eyes. Now his only way is that he can raise enough money.

Xuan Hao had only one wish in his heart at this moment, which was to save his sister, so he knelt down the threshold for every relative he could find.

But it is still very far away from the astronomical figure of hundreds of millions of yuan.

The house in his family has long been mortgaged, and he no longer has any bargaining chips to exchange for money.

Even if I go to "charity" to crowdfund, my sister probably won't be able to wait for him to get the money back.

Finally, he finally put all his hopes on usury.

However, usury is not something that anyone can borrow, and his background is investigated very clearly.

The delivery of food has been mortgaged, with no father or mother, and no source of income.

No matter which one, no one is willing to take the risk of lending money to him.

In the private room of an unknown building.

Xuan Hao knelt on the ground, and on the mink sofa in front of him, there was a bloated middle-aged man sitting.

The man crossed his legs, had a big gold necklace hanging around his neck, and was holding a burning cigar in his hands full of rings. His face was full of flesh and blood, revealing his disdain for the young man kneeling in front of him.

"Brother Long! Please lend it to me! As long as I cure my sister, I will do it for the rest of my life!"

Xuan Hao's forehead pressed against the floor and begged, and the blood seeping from his forehead dyed the carpet on the ground red.

"Hey, boy, don't dirty my carpet!"

The middle-aged man smoked a cigar and frowned.

"I have money to buy as much as I want. I want you to come? It doesn't make sense and it doesn't do me any good."

"Brother Long, I will give you whatever you want! I will give you everything!"

"You gave it? What do you have? Do you have a life? This is the least valuable thing in the world."

The man looked disdainful. In his opinion, the person in front of him had no value to him and could not squeeze out any reward. If he didn't spend money, he would come to his subordinates for nothing. Perhaps he would consider raising a dog?

"Ding Ding Ding..."

The rapid phone ringing rang.

The man answered the phone and listened to the report from the other end of the phone. The man did not speak, but his eyes changed. He looked at Xuan Hao again and showed jokes, pity and even cruelty.

"OK."

The man put down the phone and suddenly said to Xuan Hao.

"real!"

Xuan Hao raised his head excitedly, and hope flashed in his eyes. At this moment, the man who perhaps gave him hope seemed to have a halo behind him, just like God.

"real."

The man spat out a smoke ring and looked down at Xuan Hao.

"Thanks!"

Xuan Hao pressed his head against the floor again. His head might be so heavy that it could not be lifted up in the future, but he felt relieved at this moment.

"Pai Pa"

The man clapped his hands, and a strong man in a black suit and sunglasses walked in with a backpack, patted the backpack in front of Xuan Hao and opened it.

A pile of red banknotes was stuffed with it. This was the first time that Xuan Hao had seen so much cash. Tears couldn't help but shed in his eyes.

"This is 1 million, do you want to count?" said the man.

"No...no, I believe in Brother Long."

Xuan Hao shook his head, he was not qualified to question now.

"Okay, get out, come to me if you don't have enough."

“Yes, yes, yes…”

Xuan Hao left in a hurry with his backpack on his backpack. Time is very important to him.

Looking at Xuan Hao's back as he left, the man's face pulled out a disdainful smile.

"Boss, why do you lend it to him? It's not good for us, right?" The strong man was a little confused.

"Hahahaha, don't you think it's interesting to give people hope and make him desperate again?" The man smiled so hard that the flesh on his face wrinkled together: "In less than two days, this waste will come back with money, be grateful to me, be a cow and horse, and do whatever I want at that time!"

...

Xuan Hao touched the backpack on his back, and when he thought of saving his sister, he showed a rare smile on his face.

But when he rushed to the hospital, he felt like he was falling into a deep abyss.

It's already...it's too late.

Just now, his sister left him forever, and he couldn't even see her for the last time.

My sister was very lonely when she left, and she had no relatives around her. Xuan Hao didn’t know if her sister had any last words. He only knew that the hospital asked him to take away the body. The hospital fee paid before had expired.

Xuan Hao's eyes were dull and even forgot to cry. All that was overflowing from his eyes was despair.

He hugged his sister step by step. His aimlessness was gone, their home was already gone. Where should he hug his sister?

The sister in Xuan Hao's arms was very quiet, as if she was asleep.

At this moment, the brother and sister stood on the street, and the crowds coming and going seemed to have found nothing wrong. They were busy with their own things and were in a hurry.

Until, belated tears burst out from Xuan Hao's eyes like a picture.

"ah!!!!!!!!!"

He suddenly knelt on the ground and howled in despair.

The people around finally found something wrong.

Who would have thought that someone would be wandering on the street with a body in his arms?

"The child... cannot be resurrected after death, so it's better to be buried earlier..."

A thin middle-aged man came to Xuan Hao and reached out to his sister's breath with his hands.

Xuan Hao looked at the man in front of him and realized that, yes, he should arrange a funeral for his sister first...

"That...you see, this is my business card. Is there any need?"

The thin man smiled and handed over a white business card.

Xuan Hao was stunned for a moment, took the business card, glanced at it, and smiled.

One-stop funeral, affordable price, buy one get one free, pack after-sales service.

"I'm really sleepy and someone gives me a pillow? Thank you." Xuan Hao replied with a smile, "Is it true to buy one and get one free?"

“Uh…yes.”

The man is a bit strange. He just writes to play with it. Does anyone really need it?

"Well, very well, I want the best funeral."

Xuan Hao looked at the man with sincere eyes.

"Of course, I will definitely do it for you," the man said.

"Let's help my sister first... buy wigs and buy the best-looking clothes..."

Xuan Hao took out 10,000 yuan in cash as a deposit to the man, and told him expressionlessly, but he didn't go to see the man next to him or her or not.

The man nodded and bowed. It was on the street, and the two of them could discuss the funeral as if no one was around.

The people around them couldn't help but avoid them.

...

It was gray and it started to rain.

The tomb has been dug on the ground.
Chapter completed!