Her mother now had to go to the hospital for Dialysis three times a week, and each session required someone to accompany her.
One treatment lasted several hours; add the trip from home to the hospital plus queuing, and the whole day was gone.
Even climbing a single flight of stairs left her gasping, let alone doing any housework.
So her father couldn't work anymore either; he stayed by her mother's side the entire time.
As a result, they still owed the relatives a big pile of money.
Lin Qingxue now had to sort out every penny of her living expenses on her own.
Even though she grabbed every spare moment for part-time jobs, she knew this wasn't a long-term solution.
How long a uremia patient can live depends on the individual's physical condition.
Long-term Dialysis requires a strong body; some people stay alive for more than ten years, but others develop complications after four or five years and then… Qingxue knew that, given her mother's state, only a Kidney Transplant could save her life.
Yet a transplant needed not only a huge sum of money but also the right connections.
Put bluntly, an ordinary person might wait years for a Donor Kidney and still hear nothing, but the rich were different.
Whenever they wanted one, they could get one.
She knew that approaching Jiang Cheng for this purpose looked rather ugly.
But she had no choice; she was truly at the end of her rope.
She also wished she could interact with Jiang Cheng like any normal Girl—maybe even have a pure romance.
After all, a handsome and loaded guy like Jiang Cheng was almost impossible for Girls their age to dislike.
She was the only child in the family.
With something like this happening at home, she would have to rely on herself from now on.
To pay her mother's astronomical fees, a Sophomore like her simply couldn't think of a better or faster way.
Watching the glittering stars overhead, Lin Qingxue walked toward the Girls' Dormitory, her heart weighed down by worries.
Illness is a crushing blow to ordinary families.
Hundreds of thousands in savings represent more than ten years of scrimping and saving for them.
Yet a single illness can burn through that hard-earned money in just over ten days and even bury you in huge debts.
Being born is easy; staying alive is hard.
As long as you're alive, you have to keep suffering.
This is what ordinary people fear most in their lives.
So for an ordinary family, safety, health, and stability are the greatest happiness.
On the Boys' Dormitory side, once Lin Qingxue left, Wang Jian and the others instantly set their phones down and started teasing Jiang Cheng.
"Damn, Brother Cheng, are you blind to romance? You just let her walk off like that?" Wu Kun exclaimed in disbelief.
"What else? Let her sleep here? You lot wish." Jiang Cheng laughed.
"No way—such a beautiful senior and you didn't walk her back?" Lu Chuan chimed in, equally puzzled.
"Right, I checked—Senior Lin Qingxue is not only in the Student Union, she's also the Department Belle!" Wang Jian said, face full of envy.
"Brother Cheng, how come goddesses like you wherever you go? How are us ordinary, innocent guys supposed to live?" Wu Kun wailed.
"Man, that just shattered my worldview. If I could land a goddess like Senior Lin Qingxue in this school, I swear I'd kneel and lick her properly."
"I'd lick too!!"
"Innocent? You've added every Girl in our class on wechat, haven't you?"
Jiang Cheng recalled the scene when Wu Kun's first act after being elected Class Monitor was to scan every Girl's wechat in the class.
This bro's a genius—the textbook simp.
"Brother Cheng, it's for work—so I can notify them of class activities in time, plus check at night whether the Girls sleep well and feel comfy."
"Damn, Wu Kun, I really salute you. Don't you ever feel tired?" Wang Jian shook his head, baffled.
"Hey, it's worth it for the Girls. Anyway, I spammed them, but only a few replied." Saying that, Wu Kun instantly picked up his phone again and started scrolling through Moments.
Round after round of likes and comments.
"Brother Cheng, why was Senior Lin Qingxue's face all red when she left?" Lu Chuan asked curiously.
"Yeah, the senior actually made your bed for you? My girlfriend's never that thoughtful—what's hidden in your bed?" Wang Jian leaned over, checking left and right.
"She even folded your boxers—so badass…"
Tired of their endless questions, Jiang Cheng said, "I only met Senior yesterday when school started, but speaking of craftsmen, the brother who slept in this bunk before me really was one."
"Hmm? How so?"
"He didn't leave any kids behind, did he???"
"Shouldn't be; Housekeeping cleaned yesterday."
Jiang Cheng waved them over, and all three gathered around.
He pointed toward the pillow area.
All three stretched their necks and saw a website address written there.
They widened their eyes, staring hard.
Suddenly a flash of insight streaked across their minds.
Wait a minute!!
Could it be—those kinds of "Don't stop" videos??
If so, last year's "Wet Bro" was seriously loyal!
They instantly whipped out their phones and typed in the site.
Hell yeah!!! Good brother!!
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