Chapter 0399: Withdrawing Money

It is said that men do not easily shed tears, but Zhao Fusheng knew that was only because they had not encountered something truly sorrowful.

“Wuwu…”

Watching the young man sitting there, sobbing, Zhao Fusheng sighed, walked over to him, pulled out a pack of tissues from his pocket, and handed it over.

“Wipe your face,” Zhao Fusheng said.

“Uh… thanks.” The man was startled for a moment, then looked up, revealing slightly swollen eyes, and took the tissues from Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng noticed that his hands had thick calluses, though he couldn't tell what kind of work he did.

Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng said nothing more. In the hospital, things like this happened from time to time, and he wasn't one to meddle. Handing over a pack of tissues to let the man wipe his tears was enough.

He turned and walked toward the pediatric ward on the other side. For Zhao Fusheng, the young man was just an ordinary passerby.

Entering the ward, Zhao Fusheng saw Fan Beibei getting an injection. Zhao's mother was coaxing her, telling the little girl a story, while Li Yuan was feeding her fruit.

“Brother!”

Seeing Zhao Fusheng, Fan Beibei was overjoyed and giggled.

Zhao Fusheng quickly said, “Beibei, be good. Don't touch the needle.”

As he spoke, he took out the toy he was holding: “Look, what's this?”

Fan Beibei liked toys, and Zhao Fusheng had specifically bought her a Barbie doll.

"Doll!" Sure enough, upon seeing the doll, the little princess was overjoyed, a happy smile spreading across her face.

"Fusheng, don't spoil her like this all the time."

Seeing Zhao Fusheng buying toys for Fan Beibei again, Li Yuan said helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "It's fine, Auntie. I earned this money myself, and besides, it wasn't expensive."

Zhao's mother nodded from the side: "Exactly, he treats Beibei like his own little sister. Just let him be."

Watching the mother and son play off each other, Li Yuan looked helpless and simply couldn't be bothered to say anything more.

With Zhao Fusheng around, Fan Beibei was much more well-behaved. Even when getting her shot, she didn't cry or fuss, which amazed both Li Yuan and Zhao's mother.

After accompanying Fan Beibei through her shot, it was already noon. Seeing that Li Yuan and his mother hadn't eaten, Zhao Fusheng went downstairs to buy them lunch. When he came back, he saw the young man sitting at the door eating a plain steamed bun, without even pickled vegetables, just a bun and a water cup in his hand.

With a sigh, Zhao Fusheng said nothing, silently walking in the opposite direction.

It wasn't that he lacked kindness, but Zhao Fusheng knew very well that some things were beyond his control.

After delivering lunch to his mother and Li Yuan, Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment, went downstairs, bought another portion, and returned to the surgical ward entrance, but the young man was nowhere to be seen.

Looking inside, he saw the elderly man from yesterday lying in bed.

Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng said nothing. He quietly walked in, placed the food by the old man's bedside, noted the bed number, and on his way downstairs passed a fruit shop, where he bought several kinds of fruit and asked the shopkeeper to deliver them upstairs later.

Regardless, even a limited amount of goodwill, in Zhao Fusheng's view, was only right.

After all, one should still be kind while alive.

When he returned to school, Zhao Fusheng received a call from Yu Feihong. She had already transferred the one million back to him. In her words, she didn't plan to take on any acting roles for the next six months and intended to devote herself entirely to this matter.

Zhao Fusheng had no objection to this. Yu Feihong's personality was like that—after spending ten years in her previous life filming "Love After Life," she began to fade from the screen, occasionally taking roles, but spending most of her time living her own life.

The next morning, he had class, so Zhao Fusheng didn't go to the hospital to accompany Fan Beibei. Instead, he finished his classes, rested well at school at noon, and only took a cab to the hospital in the afternoon.

His mother and Li Yuan took turns staying with the patient at the hospital. Zhao Fusheng thought he would let them rest today and keep watch himself at night.

When he arrived at the hospital and explained his intention, Zhao's mother and Li Yuan thought it over and decided that one of them should stay.

"You can't look after her alone; you're too clumsy," Zhao's mother glared at her son. "How about this: Li Yuan, you go back, and I'll stay. Fusheng, you accompany me. I'll keep watch in the first half of the night, and you take the second half. If anything happens, call me."

Since she had arranged it that way, Li Yuan and Zhao Fusheng had no choice but to follow her instructions.

There was no helping it. Zhao's mother had always been quite assertive, especially now. Sometimes even Zhao's father dared not oppose her decisions.

When he had just come upstairs, Zhao Fusheng hadn't seen that young man from before; perhaps he was in the ward.

Staying with a patient in the hospital was actually very boring. Fan Beibei fell into a deep sleep soon after her injection. Around eight o'clock, a nurse came to give another injection and casually said to Zhao's mother, "Sister Juan, the hospitalization deposit is running low. Please pay some tomorrow morning."

Zhao's mother nodded. "Got it."

When they first came to the hospital, Zhao Fusheng had paid the deposit. He had only brought a thousand yuan in cash at the time and paid it casually, never expecting it to run out in less than three days.

The nurse then glanced at Zhao Fusheng and said, "Sister Juan, is this your son?"

Zhao's mother immediately broke into a smile: "Yes, this is my son Zhao Fusheng. Fusheng, this is your Aunt Chen."

Looking at the nurse, who seemed at most ten years older than himself, Zhao Fusheng blinked and reluctantly called out "Aunt Chen," but inside he was laughing uncontrollably. Nurse Chen was also quite embarrassed, not expecting Zhao's mother to have such a grown son.

Zhao's mother was just over forty and was usually called that at work, but now being called "aunt" by a young man in his twenties was also awkward for her.

Fortunately, Nurse Chen had other things to do and left after a few words.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to his mother, "Mom, you watch Beibei for now. I'll go downstairs to withdraw some money."

He remembered there was an Industrial and Commercial Bank near the hospital, with an ATM next to it.

Zhao's mother nodded: "Okay, go ahead. Be careful."

Zhao Fusheng put on his jacket and went downstairs.

At past eight in the evening, Ninghai was already dark. Dark clouds obscured the moonlight; the only lights were from the hospital wards and the surrounding restaurants and pharmacies.

Once outside, Zhao Fusheng noticed that the bank with the ATM was about two hundred meters from the hospital. He walked toward it.

But he didn't notice that as he entered the bank, a pair of eyes behind him were watching him.

Since he had no cash on him, Zhao Fusheng decided to withdraw a bit more, figuring his mother had said she'd reimburse him for whatever he spent.

He withdrew five thousand yuan in cash, put the money in his wallet, tucked it away, retrieved his bank card, and turned to leave the bank.

But just as he reached a corner, he had to stop and take a few steps back...