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

Qin Mao looked up and gazed outside through the floor-to-ceiling glass.

The midday sun in the height of summer is scorching and blinding, and sweltering heat waves sweep across the entire city. Low-lying buildings and roads are baked until they are slightly distorted, and the oppressive heat is visible to the naked eye.

He knew how difficult it was for outdoor workers at the bottom of society under those weather conditions.

He used to work under the scorching sun, carrying bricks and enduring both sun and rain.

The thought that Li Qiang and Tie Zhu, who had been owed wages by the contractor, might still be drifting in Jiangbei, homeless and without a fixed abode, kept him from getting away with it.

After a moment's thought, Qin Mao gave the address of the previous construction site and instructed his secretary:

"Send someone to this construction site to inquire whether Li Qiang, Tie Zhu, and their group are still in Jiangbei City."

The secretary immediately bowed and acknowledged the order: "Yes, Chairman."

Meanwhile, the main road on the city's outer ring road was sweltering with heat.

The asphalt road was so hot you could fry an egg on it. Shops on the street had their doors and windows tightly shut, and pedestrians all hid in the shade. Few people were willing to be exposed to the scorching sun for a long time.

Haozi had no money in his pocket and couldn't find any odd jobs for several days. He was very unwilling to give up. Thinking of his wife and children back home who were waiting for living expenses, he gritted his teeth and decided to walk around under the scorching midday sun to see if he could find some work.

The three walked along the shops, their eyes fixed on the job postings outside the stores.

At first, the mouse could barely keep up, but under the continuous exposure to the sun, its washed-out work clothes became soaked with sweat, sticking firmly to its skin, making it feel stuffy and heavy.

At first, he didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a sign of hunger because he hadn't eaten breakfast.

After walking for another hour, Haozi felt dizzy, his temples throbbed, and the streets and shops in his vision slowly overlapped and blurred, making him feel dizzy and disoriented.

The next second, his body went limp, everything went completely black, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Mouse! What's wrong with you? Don't scare us!"

The two migrant workers who were with him panicked instantly. They rushed forward to help the slumped-to-the-ground Haozi up, moved him to the shade of a tree, and then shook him vigorously while calling out to him.

But the mouse kept its eyes closed and did not respond at all; even its breathing became sometimes weak and sometimes rapid.

Just as the two were at a loss, a clear female voice rang out.

"I'm a medical student, let me take a look at his condition."

A female college student passing by quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and rapidly checked the mouse's condition.

The moment her fingertips touched the mouse's neck, she felt an intense, burning heat, far exceeding the normal body temperature.

Upon closer inspection, the mouse's face was flushed and burning hot, its forehead was covered in cold sweat, its breathing was rapid and heavy, its lips were dry, cracked and white, its whole body was burning hot, and it had completely lost consciousness. These were typical symptoms of severe heatstroke.

"This is severe heatstroke. The body temperature is most likely over 40 degrees Celsius. The situation is extremely dangerous; the patient could go into shock at any moment!"

The girl immediately looked up and said urgently, "Call 120! We need to get her to the hospital immediately!"

The two migrant workers froze instantly, their faces filled with embarrassment and despair. Heads bowed, their voices hoarse, they said, "We...our phones are out of service because of unpaid bills...we can't make calls..."

"The emergency call is free, there's no charge, you can just dial it!" the girl explained helplessly.

Their Adam's apples bobbed, their fists clenched tightly, and they lowered their heads again, their voices filled with despair: "We...don't have the money to pay for the ambulance and medical bills."

This short sentence encapsulates the helplessness of those at the bottom of society.

The girl was instantly furious, both anxious and angry.

"This is a human life! The ambulance fee is only a few hundred yuan. Don't you even have a few hundred yuan?"

The two nodded with wry smiles, "No..."

The girl choked up. She subconsciously looked at the three men, who were covered in oil stains and wore tattered clothes. The sour smell of their long-unwashed bodies lingered in her nostrils. They didn't seem to be lying.

In other words, they might not actually be able to come up with a few hundred yuan.

So, should we just abandon the patient? She couldn't help but hesitate.

She recalled the earnest teachings of her teachers at school: the original intention of studying medicine was to save lives and heal the wounded. If she could only watch a vibrant life pass away, she would probably never be at peace with herself in the middle of the night.

A moment later, the girl's compassionate heart as a healer completely overcame her concerns.

Without hesitation, she decisively took out her phone, quickly dialed 120 for emergency medical assistance, clearly and accurately reported the specific address and the patient's condition, and quietly waited for the ambulance to arrive.

On the other side, inside the bridge arch.

Li Qiang, Tie Zhu, Li San, and the others leaned against the wall, half-closing their eyes to rest. They were exhausted, both physically and mentally, and filled with despair.

Just then, Li Qiang's phone rang abruptly; it was an unfamiliar number.

In these incredibly difficult days, every phone call felt like a glimmer of hope to him.

Li Qiang's heart stirred slightly. He suppressed his fatigue, mustered his spirits, and pressed the answer button with a hint of anticipation.

A panicked and hurried voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Brother Qiang! Something's happened!"

"The mouse had a very serious heatstroke. The doctor took its temperature, which was over 40 degrees Celsius, and said it needed immediate treatment, otherwise its life would be in danger!"

"I heard that ambulances and hospitalizations cost a lot of money... Brother Qiang, what do you think? How about we talk to the doctor and ask them not to let the rat take him away? We can borrow some ice to put on him and let the rat slowly carry him over?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a stern rebuke came through the receiver from the doctor.

"Nonsense! Ice packs are completely useless for severe heatstroke; they only delay crucial treatment. Who will be responsible if organ failure occurs? This is a matter of life and death!"

Immediately afterwards, the doctor stepped forward, spoke into the phone, and his tone was extremely serious.

"You're a family member of the patient, right? The patient's condition is critical; they need immediate cooling with an ice blanket and massive intravenous fluid resuscitation. According to medical regulations, we'll prioritize saving their life. Please come to the hospital as soon as possible to settle the bill."

The phone suddenly went silent.

Li Qiang gripped his phone tightly and remained silent for a good ten seconds.

An adult's breakdown is never silent.

They are so poor that they hesitate repeatedly even when it comes to saving their own lives.

It's not that we don't want to save them, it's that we simply can't afford the exorbitant medical expenses.

After a long silence, Li Qiang gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse and dry, and said, "Thank you, doctor. We will raise the money as soon as possible and will not delay payment."

After hanging up the phone, Li Qiang's arm fell limply against the wall, his body limp, as if all his strength had been drained away.

The team, already driven to the brink by unpaid wages, unemployment, and food shortages, is now further burdened by the added pressure of Haozi's serious illness and hospitalization. Reality has completely crushed everyone's mental defenses, pushing them into an abyss.

"What's wrong, Brother Qiang?" Tie Zhu and Li San hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Li Qiang let out a heavy sigh and explained that Haozi was critically ill due to severe heatstroke and urgently needed medical treatment.

The three of them remained silent, unsure of what words of comfort to say.

Everyone felt heavy-hearted, their chests tight, and even the air they breathed tasted bitter.