The system only arrives when you're old? Then let's create a super-rich family!

Grandma walked into the emergency room, went to the bedside, and gently held Grandpa Guo's hand.

Although the old man couldn't speak, he could weakly open his eyes. His gaze was cloudy, but he stared intently at his grandmother, as if he had something to say.

He heard the doctor and Guo Fan's conversation clearly.

A 700,000 yuan down payment, 20,000 yuan a day for emergency care, and less than a 10% success rate.

He used all his strength to gently tap his grandmother's palm, shook his head slightly, and looked at her with deep remorse.

It's as if they're saying, "I'm sorry, I can't stay with you anymore."

Grandma had been with Grandpa all her life, and they understood each other perfectly; she knew exactly what he was thinking.

He didn't want to be a burden on his family, didn't want his children to bear huge debts because of him, and didn't want to continue wasting money.

I remembered what the doctor said: the emergency room costs 20,000 yuan a day.

She spoke to the nurse beside her in a voice so calm it was almost numb.

"Nurse, please transfer him to a regular ward. We don't want to go through any more trouble. We'll stay with him for a few more days and let him have some peace and quiet."

The nurse nodded, stepped forward to prepare to remove the tube, and transferred the patient to a regular ward.

But the moment the tube was removed, the old man's vital signs suddenly dropped, the curve on the monitor flattened instantly, the beeping grew weaker and weaker, his eyes slowly closed, and the hand that had been tightly holding his grandmother slipped down limply, and he fell heavily onto the hospital bed, motionless.

"Ah!" the nurse cried out in fright, her face turning deathly pale. She frantically reinserted the tube, pressing on the old man's chest while shouting, "Doctor! Doctor! The patient is dying!"

The attending physician rushed in immediately, quickly checked the monitor, examined the old man's condition, and his expression became increasingly grave.

He addressed the Guo family members at the door, his voice heavy, "The patient's condition is extremely critical. There has been another minor intracranial hemorrhage, and I'm afraid... he won't make it until tomorrow morning. You must make a decision as soon as possible."

The doctor's final announcement shattered everyone's last hope.

Guo's mother could no longer hold back. She covered her mouth and wept silently, her shoulders trembling violently.

My aunt squatted on the ground, covered her head with her hands, and tears streamed down her face.

The younger sister covered her face, crying and trembling all over, not daring to look up at the hospital bed.

In the corridor, the sound of Guo's father making phone calls to borrow money could still be heard, humble and desperate, pleading again and again, only to be rejected time and time again.

The sound was particularly jarring and heartbreaking in the quiet corridor.

Grandma took Grandpa's hand again, sat by the hospital bed, and gently stroked his cheek with her rough palms. Her voice was hoarse, full of tenderness and regret.

"Don't worry, old man, I understand."

"You were too strong-willed throughout your life, always shouldering everything on your own, and even at the end, you were still thinking about your children."

"Don't worry, I'll arrange everything for you."

Hearing Grandma's words, everyone cried even harder. Even the nurse next to her couldn't help but have tears well up in her eyes. She quietly turned her face away, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and couldn't bear to watch this scene any longer.

Grandma whispered to the nurse, "Bring me the consent form for giving up treatment, I'll sign it."

She walked back to the bedside, tidied up the old man's appearance, smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes, and then tightly grasped his hand, placing it on her face. This time, her voice was finally choked with sobs.

"I'm not going to bother you anymore."

"Do you still remember the silver ring you gave me back then? It was small and worthless, and I was too embarrassed to wear it in public. I never imagined it would become the only memento you gave me. I've always been reluctant to wear it, so I locked it in the back of the wooden cabinet, and I take it out to look at it whenever I have a spare moment."

"We've been through thick and thin together in this life, and it's all in the past now. If you're tired, just rest and stop worrying."

"Tomorrow, I will put on that ring and accompany you on your final journey."

The peaceful farewell only made everyone cry even harder.

Guo's father stopped making the phone call, squatted down by the door, and finally couldn't hold back his suppressed sobs any longer.

Grandma slowly put down Grandpa's hand and took the consent form for giving up treatment and a pen from the nurse.

"Don't sign! Grandma, don't sign!"

Guo Fan rushed forward and hugged his grandmother tightly, bursting into tears with a hoarse and desperate voice.

"Grandma, please, don't sign! Wait a little longer, let's think of another way. Time's not up yet, there must still be a way. We can't give up on Grandpa!"

Grandma gently stroked Guo Fan's head, her voice full of heartache and helplessness.

"Grandson, don't cry. Our family can't afford that much money, and we can't hire that professor. Your grandfather told me that he doesn't want to be a burden on you, and he doesn't want you to spend your whole lives paying off debts and living an uncomfortable life because of him."

"This is your grandfather's fate, and it's his own choice. It's destiny, there's nothing we can do about it."

If given the chance, who would be willing to abandon their loved ones?

Grandma watched Guo Fan sob uncontrollably, then stroked her eldest grandson's head again and sighed.

"Grandma is also reluctant, but Grandma really can't do anything about it."

Guo Fan shook his head, crying, and suddenly remembered Qin Zihao.

His good brother, from that hidden wealthy family.

With Hao Ge's family's resources, if he were willing to help, wouldn't they be able to invite Professor Fang? Wouldn't they be able to raise the surgery fees? Wouldn't that save Grandpa's life?

Once this sole hope takes hold, it can no longer be suppressed.

Guo Fan suddenly raised his head, wiped away his tears, and said, "Grandma, don't sign! I have a good brother who might be able to get that top neurosurgeon to come and perform the surgery on Grandpa tonight!"

The attending physician sighed and shook his head.

This family can't even scrape together 700,000 yuan, so how could they possibly know any important figures and even be able to invite the renowned Professor Fang Deming?

That's utterly outrageous; he's probably so heartbroken that he's lost his mind.

He has encountered this situation quite often.

Grandma shook her head, gently patted Guo Fan's hand, and said with heartache:

"Grandson, don't be silly. Your grandpa is tired, so let's not bother him anymore. That professor is so amazing, we can't invite him. Don't fool yourself."

"If you're like this, Grandma will be heartbroken, and your grandfather won't be able to rest in peace if he finds out."

She clearly didn't believe it either, assuming that Guo Fan was just too heartbroken and talking nonsense.

But upon hearing this, a faint glimmer of hope instantly appeared in the eyes of Guo's parents. Guo's mother quickly stepped forward, grasped Guo Fan's hand, and asked anxiously:

"Son, are you telling the truth? Who is that guy? Can he really get that professor to come?"

Guo Fan nodded vigorously, "It's true. His name is Qin Zihao, he's the one who came to our house last summer, my college roommate."

Upon hearing the name "Qin Zihao," the hope on Guo's parents' faces vanished instantly.

They certainly remembered Qin Zihao; he had come to their house last summer, dressed casually and speaking very amiably.

Guo Fan later told them that Qin Zihao's family was not well-off and owed the bank more than a million yuan in debt.

How could someone who can't even pay off his own debts possibly have the ability to hire Professor Fang Deming, or possibly come up with 700,000 yuan for surgery?

Everyone fell silent, their eyes filled with heartache as they looked at Guo Fan.

They all believed that Guo Fan was so heartbroken that he had become somewhat mentally unstable and started talking nonsense.

Guo's father stood up, walked forward, gently pulled Guo Fan away, and sighed:

"Son, stop making a fuss. Listen to your grandma and let your grandpa rest in peace."

"I'm not making a scene!" Guo Fan shoved his father away, his eyes glazed over with madness, his voice hoarse yet resolute.

"Grandma, please, don't sign it! Give me just one minute, just one minute! Let me finish this call, okay? Just one minute!"

He quickly pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling so badly that he had to press the screen several times before finally getting through to Qin Zihao.

Everyone sighed softly at Guo Fan's distraught and almost manic state, and no one stopped him anymore.

Let him make the call. After he finishes it, he'll finally face reality and give up completely.

beep.

The dial tone rang out in the quiet ward.

Guo Fan held his phone, his body trembling slightly, silently praying:

Answer the phone, Hao! Please, answer the phone!

Every second felt incredibly long, like an eternity.

Just when Guo Fan was about to despair, the call was finally answered.

"Hey, Fanzi? Calling me so late, are you planning a get-together tonight?"

Hearing that familiar voice, Guo Fan could no longer hold back and pleaded, "Brother Hao, please, help me! Please, you must help me!"

Upon hearing Guo Fan's heart-wrenching pleas on the other end of the phone, Qin Zihao instantly dropped his joking tone and became serious.

"Fanzi, what's wrong? What happened? Tell me slowly, don't worry, I'll definitely help if I can!"

Guo Fan choked up, crying as he quickly recounted the whole story.

"Brother Hao, my grandfather suddenly suffered a ruptured intracranial blood vessel and is in critical condition. The doctor said there is less than a 10% chance of success. The surgery will cost one million, and we have to pay 700,000 upfront, which is not reimbursable."

"The doctor said that Professor Fang Deming from Beijing can save my grandfather, but his appointments are booked until next year. We can't get him to come, and we can't raise the money. My grandmother is about to sign a do-not-treat consent form. The doctor said that my grandfather won't make it to tomorrow morning..."

After saying that, Guo Fan sniffed, his voice carrying a hint of humility and expectation.

"Brother Hao, it's okay if you can't get Professor Fang to come. Could you lend me a million? I promise I'll work hard and make a lot of money, and no matter how many years it takes, I'll pay you back. Please!"

Qin Zihao on the other end of the phone did not hesitate for long; his voice came through clearly and firmly, which reassured the caller.

"Fanzi, which hospital are you in? Don't worry, I'll have someone go and fetch that professor right away. We'll do everything we can to save your grandfather."