While Shen Wangshu was paying her fees, she ended up standing behind a girl in line.
The girl’s clothes didn’t fit properly and were stained. She looked like she wasn’t even twenty yet, but her face was etched with the weariness of years, her eyes numb and hollow.
A portly man accompanied her.
Of his five fingers, four were adorned with gold rings.
As the line shuffled forward, he draped his arm over the girl’s shoulder, his hand dangling downward.
Ignoring the crowd around them, he groped her openly.
The girl’s body went rigid, her fists clenched. The man suddenly bent down and whispered something in her ear.
The girl seemed to deflate like a punctured balloon. She loosened her fists and numbly shuffled forward with the line.
When their turn came.
The girl gave the bed number.
The doctor responded briskly: “Orthopedics Ward Seventeen, Bed Three, 61 years old, right?”
The girl nodded.
The man placed his card at the window: “Five thousand.”
The girl’s eyes flew wide open. “Didn’t we agree on fifty thousand? Why only five thousand?”
The man licked his lower lip with a sinister smile, his gaze roving over the girl without shame: “Five thousand is the deposit. You’ll get the rest once I’ve inspected the goods.”
The girl trembled with rage. The line behind them stretched long.
People were already growing impatient, some even starting to urge them along.
She closed her eyes and resigned herself: “Fine.”
The man swiped five thousand, then draped his hand over the girl’s shoulder again, half-dragging her as they walked forward.
Just as they passed by Shen Wangshu, in that brief moment of brushing past, Shen Wangshu grabbed the girl’s arm.
She smiled at the man—a smile as radiant as a blooming flower, sending a jolt through his heart.
He thought: It must be the charm of paying just now that’s making every woman swoon.
“Little miss—”
The words had barely left his mouth when a small, wiry fist, carrying an irresistible force, swung toward his face.
Everyone watched as the obese man performed a full four rotations of 360-degree aerial spins mid-air.
This rotation, defying all laws of physics, left everyone’s jaws on the floor.
Just as they all expected him to crash to the ground in disgrace, he slammed steadily into the payment window and stopped.
Like a ballet dancer, taking an elegant bow.
“Bravo!”
Someone clapped in approval.
It was like a circus performance had broken out.
An excited person rushed forward with a flyer: “That 360-degree aerial spin was perfect—even better than the world champion’s ten-meter platform dive rotation! Bro, how about checking out our swimming and fitness program?”
Even an entertainment reporter who had been about to leave after failing to get a shot of Jia Xiaoyu accidentally captured the man’s mid-air spin on camera.
Just as the hospital security staff braced for chaos.
Two police officers walked up to the man. Still dazed from the punch, he found his hands cuffed.
“Zhang San, we suspect you were involved in a tomb-robbing case thirty years ago. Come with us.”
The man snapped back to his senses: “Huh? You’ve got the wrong guy! I don’t know anything about tomb-robbing. Hey, don’t arrest me—I’ll sue you!”
As the two officers passed Shen Wangshu, they nodded at her.
Shen Wangshu smiled back. She recognized them—one had fed her milk candy, the other had given her bread.
The officers led the groping man away. The girl hugged her shoulders tightly, her expression unreadable—whether it was the joy of a narrow escape or the dread of sinking into even deeper despair.
Zhou Yanbin was an entertainment reporter. His instincts told him there was a bigger story here, so he hoisted his camera gear and walked over.
“Hello, mind if I ask a few questions?”
The girl flinched, instinctively waving her hands and shaking her head, then turned to leave.
Before she could take a step, her arm was grabbed again. She stared blankly at the very pretty girl before her.
Shen Wangshu smiled at Zhou Yanbin, looking every bit the naive rich young lady—after all, her clothes looked expensive.
Shen Wangshu said: “Can you interview me instead?”
Zhou Yanbin: “Huh?”
Though he had no idea what was going on.
He still invited Shen Wangshu and the girl to step out of the line.
Shen Wangshu got straight to the point: “It’s like this—my sister has been acting possessed lately, so my father told me to do good deeds and accumulate merit.”
She pulled the girl’s arm again: “So the medical expenses for this girl’s grandmother, her only family, can be covered by my father.”
The girl looked at Shen Wangshu in disbelief.
Zhou Yanbin glanced at Shen Wangshu—frail-looking but clearly refined—then at the girl—cheaply dressed but lifeless.
They were around the same age, yet their lives were worlds apart.
Zhou Yanbin: “Your father will cover it? Who is your father?”
Shen Wangshu kept smiling: “Who my father is doesn’t matter. What matters is that he also wants to establish a charity to help impoverished families. To show our financial sincerity, my father can cover the fees for all inpatients at the hospital today.”
Zhou Yanbin was stunned!!
Some people treat others to full meals, some treat others to full karaoke sessions.
This is the first time someone has offered to cover all medical expenses!!
You really do see everything if you live long enough.
Shen Wangshu let out a soft sigh: “I hope that by doing this good deed, my sister will recover.”
Zhou Yanbin then shouldered his camera and watched as Shen Wangshu deposited a hundred thousand yuan for the girl’s grandmother’s hospitalization fees, negotiated with the relevant personnel, and then swiped through tens of millions in one go at the hospital.
Throughout the entire payment process, Shen Wangshu didn’t even blink.
Zhou Yanbin kept his wits about him—he caught sight of the payer’s name on the transaction and got excited.
He knew who Si Zhiyong was—a man in the catering industry who had gone from starting from scratch to owning over ten thousand branches nationwide in just nineteen years.
This was a jackpot!!
The news he’d expose would definitely dominate the headlines.
The fees Shen Wangshu paid only covered the day’s hospitalization costs for the patients, serving as a publicity stunt.
If other impoverished families needed help, they could be contacted later and assisted.
After paying, Shen Wangshu handed Si Zhiyong’s phone to the reporter and asked him to return it to Si Zhiyong.
Having done all this, Shen Wangshu waved and left the hospital.
Inside the hospital room.
Si Zhiyong was utterly baffled.
He rubbed his shoulder, feeling that something had pressed down on it back at the police station—otherwise, how could he have shattered both his knees from falling?
Miao Shuhui held the examination results sheet, and her face, which had been grim over Si Yingchu’s coma, finally showed a hint of a smile.
She said, “Honey, great news—someone’s covered your hospitalization costs for today. No idea who’s so rich and foolish.”
“There are reporters interviewing over there; it’ll be our turn soon.”
“I also asked the doctor to add a few extra check-ups for you. If only you could get a gynecology exam, I’d have made the doctor order one for you no matter what.”
Miao Shuhui slapped her thigh: “Oh, you can’t get a gynecology exam, but I can! Wait, I’ll have the driver bring Yingchu over—I’m going to register and check myself into the hospital too.”