Shanghai Jiao Tong University's future entrustment app: I will take my motherland flying.

Chapter 6 A Request from 5 Years Later

The staff member immediately realized what was happening, took Song Zhi Ning's bank card, and began processing the transaction.

"Please enter your password."

Soon, Song Zhining entered her password, and the staff printed out a long payment slip and handed it to her.

"Hello, the total is 82367 yuan. Payment has been successful and the process is complete."

"Thank you."

At this moment, Zhang Jiaxue was dumbfounded, and even Lu Feng felt his face burning.

At first, I thought they couldn't afford the medical bills and offered to lend them 2 yuan. But it turned out that Song Zhining already had money and paid over 8 yuan directly.

Song Zhi Ning looked at her bank card and saw that she only had a little over 20,000 yuan left. In just one day, 150,000 yuan had turned into a little over 20,000 yuan. In the afternoon, she also paid off the cash advance money from her credit card. Now there wasn't much left, but she had paid the medical bills, which made her feel much more relaxed.

"Impossible! How could you possibly have money!" Zhang Jiaxue exclaimed, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Song Zhining put the list into her bag, glanced at her, and said, "Then it's none of your business."

After saying that, Song Zhi Ning didn't linger and went to her father's hospital room.

Behind her, she could hear Zhang Jiaxue stomping her feet in anger and arguing with Lu Feng, but those things were no longer relevant to Song Zhining.

The door to the ward was ajar. Song Zhining pushed it open and immediately saw her father, Song Heming, lying on the bed receiving an IV drip, and her cousin, Song Qingyang, sitting beside the bed.

Song Heming, with his eyes half-closed, heard the voice and subconsciously looked up. When he saw it was his daughter, his expression softened instantly, and he called out softly, "Ningning."

Song Qingyang raised his eyes, turned his head, saw that it was Song Zhining, stood up, and smiled, "Ningning is here."

"Um, Dad, Qingyang, have you eaten yet?" Song Zhining placed a bag of fruit she had bought on the way on the bedside table and asked.

“My uncle and I have already eaten,” Qingyang replied. “The hospital cafeteria staff delivered dinner at 6:30.”

Song Heming was hospitalized, Song Zhining had to go to work, and her two younger brothers were studying in their hometown. They couldn't afford to hire a caregiver who cost several hundred yuan a day, so during this period, her cousin Song Qingyang took care of her.

Song Zhining had previously arranged for the two of them to have three meals a day at the hospital cafeteria for a month.

"Brother Qingyang, thank you for your hard work."

Song Qingyang scratched the back of his head, a simple and honest smile appearing on his wheat-colored face. "It's not hard work. As long as Uncle can get up, you can talk to him. I'm going to take a shower first."

He originally planned to wait until his uncle finished his IV drip before taking a shower, but now that his cousin has arrived, he doesn't have to wait. He was worried that if he waited too long, the person in the next bed would also be showering and they would bump into each other.

This is a double room. The bed next to mine is occupied by an elderly man who is seriously ill. His children visit him during the day, but right now, only his wife is there to take care of him.

"Ningning, have you eaten? Why are you here tonight? Aren't you usually very busy with work?"

Song Zhining sat down on the chair next to the hospital bed, glanced at the half-empty IV drip, tucked the blanket in a little more, and said, "I ate. I wasn't busy tonight, so I came over."

Song Zhi Ning didn't plan to tell her father about her resignation, so as not to worry him.

After only a month in the hospital, her father had become much thinner than before, his face was pale, and his eyes lacked vitality. Only his eyes, which looked at her, were exceptionally gentle.

Or perhaps, my father was a gentle and refined person.

Song Zhining reached into the bag and took out an apple. As she was peeling it with a knife, she suddenly heard her father's voice say, "Ningning, Dad is planning to be discharged from the hospital."

Song Zhi Ning paused in her work, then looked up abruptly, frowning, her voice urgent, "Dad, you're not better yet, how can you be discharged? The hospital said that surgery is the best treatment for your condition."

Song Heming smiled faintly, as if to reassure him, "It's alright, Dad feels much better. He doesn't need surgery; he can just rest at home."

Remembering something, Song Zhi Ning asked, "Dad, are you worried about the medical expenses?" Song He Mian's eyes flickered, and looking at Song Zhi Ning, his eyes were full of tenderness.

Today, the nurse came to remind him that he needed to pay the outstanding medical bills. His illness had already cost a lot of money, and if he continued to stay, it would only increase.

This disease is difficult to treat, and surgery costs millions.

With his collapse, all the burdens fell on Ningning's shoulders.

Song Heming would rather die than drag his daughter down with him.

Placing the knife and apple on the cabinet, Song Zhi Ning took out the receipts and vouchers from her bag and presented them to her father.

"Dad, don't worry, I've paid all the medical bills. Look, this is the payment date, just a few minutes ago."

Song Heming was skeptical, but then he saw that the long payment receipt indeed showed the time for tonight.

You paid it?!
That's over 80,000 yuan.

Thinking of something, Song Heming panicked and said anxiously, "Ningning, you can't do anything that goes against morality or harms your body. Even if it means death, Dad wouldn't want to see you hurt yourself."

Seeing that her father seemed to be imagining something bad, Song Zhi Ning was both amused and exasperated, and explained, "Dad, I wouldn't do such a thing."

Song Zhining didn't hide anything and told her about the stocks. She even opened her stock trading app on her phone and showed it to her father.

"So Dad, you don't need to worry about the medical expenses, just stay here and relax."

When Song Qingyang returned from his shower, he found his uncle being fed apples by his cousin. His spirits were much better than before, and he no longer had that gloomy look.

He couldn't help but sigh, realizing that his uncle really cared about his daughter; his spirits had improved considerably since his cousin arrived.

After his cousin left, Song Qingyang learned from his uncle that his cousin was lucky; she had used 10,000 yuan to buy stocks, and in just three days, the value had increased to 150,000 yuan.

Song Qingyang stood there in shock, and it took him a long time to come to his senses.

These past two days, my uncle has mentioned wanting to be discharged from the hospital. It's not that his condition has improved, but rather that he knows he doesn't have the money and doesn't want to burden my cousin. No wonder my uncle hasn't mentioned being discharged again, and his spirits have improved a lot. The medical expenses will be covered instantly. If possible, of course, I hope my uncle can get better.

After leaving the hospital, Song Zhining took the subway back to her hotel room.

After taking a shower and drying her hair, Song Zhining had just sat down on the sofa when her phone chimed.

"Could it be a new request?"

With that thought in mind, Song Zhi Ning picked up her phone from the side, her urgency going on without her even realizing it.

After her first commission, Song Zhining realized that the Future Commission App was real, and the rewards she received truly changed her life.

Now, she has high hopes for this future commissioned battle.

You have a new client request. Please check your inbox.

I tapped the app with my fingertip and saw the push notification.

Song Zhi Ning's eyes lit up with a smile, her heart pounded involuntarily, she took a deep breath, and clicked on it.

What kind of request will it be this time?

【时间：2023年10月10日2点56分

Client: Li Jing
Request: On September 7, 2018, my idol, Shen Xingyi, will commit suicide at home. I hope you can stop him and clear his name.

(End of this chapter)