Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

"Brother, I'd like to buy some things first."

The nurse told Baima that there were many things needed for hospitalization... basin, towel, toothbrush, toothpaste, slippers, water cup, tissues, etc., and Baima remembered them all.

When it came time to pay, Ding Heng took out his phone, but Bai Ma was faster than him.

With a "beep" of the payment code, 137 yuan was paid.

The two left the store and headed towards the inpatient ward.

Baima suddenly asked, "Brother... was Huang Yue's heatstroke this time because of me?"

Ding Heng didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Have you been to where she lives?"

"I've been there."

Baima has a vivid memory of the wall-mounted room where Huang Yue stayed.

The old building deepest in the urban village has no elevator on the sixth floor. The corridor is piled with clutter, and the air is always damp and musty.

The room, which was about ten square meters, contained a 1.2-meter-long iron-framed bed. The bedding hadn't been washed in a long time; it was dusty and smelled terrible.

The old standing fan made a loud humming sound when turned on, the windows couldn't be closed properly, and there was always the sound of cars whizzing by on the street outside.

Pema sighed, finally realizing what was happening.

Huang Yue and I worked for seven consecutive days. Although we were both tired, we were in different situations.

Every day after she finishes her work and goes home, no matter how late it is, Sister Jiang will serve her a hot meal.

When you're too tired to move, you can take a relaxing bath, lie on a mattress worth tens of thousands of dollars, and sleep soundly until dawn with the air conditioning set at a constant 26 degrees Celsius.

Full of energy the next day, he went out to look for work again.

But Huang Yue is completely different...

Baima asked herself honestly, could she get a good night's sleep in that kind of room?

Furthermore, if Ding Heng restricts her from living at home and spending money, she'll have a hard time saving even two hundred yuan in twenty days, let alone two thousand.

Bai Ma asked in bewilderment, "Brother... Sister Huang Yue has been working away from home for so many years, hasn't she saved a single penny?"

Ding Heng sighed, "Living in the city, rent, food, transportation, daily expenses—everything costs money. Plus, with her work schedule of one day on, three days off, it's a miracle she can even support herself."

Baima lowered her eyes and stopped speaking.

The two stopped in front of the elevator in the hospital building, and their reflections were shown in the elevator doors.

Ding Heng asked again, "How much did it cost to bring her to the emergency room?"

Baima honestly replied, "The registration fee plus the examination and preliminary treatment will cost a total of six hundred and twenty."

"I'm not reimbursing you for this."

"Know it……"

Bai Ma pouted, silently making plans in her mind.

With sixteen days left until the end of summer vacation, she has saved 1,684 yuan. After deducting 620 yuan, she has 1,064 yuan left.

Is it possible to earn 2000?

Baima felt increasingly uncertain...

The elevator reached the fifth floor. Baima pushed open the ward door, pausing slightly in her steps.

Three people were standing in front of Huang Yue's hospital bed.

The white-shirted man who had chased them away during the day stood at the very back, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

To his left was a woman in her forties, with short hair, wearing a black suit, and a serious expression.

On the right was a man in his early fifties, with a beer belly and a receding hairline, holding a document in his hand, and bending over to talk to Huang Yue.

On the bedside table was an exquisite fruit basket, with a thick red envelope next to it, which looked to be worth at least several thousand yuan.

"Pema!"

Upon seeing Baima return, Huang Yue excitedly raised her hand and waved.

The three people in the ward turned around at the same time.

The Mediterranean man was the first to react, quickly stepping forward to hand over his business card with both hands: "Hello, Miss Baima, I am the head of this year's technology exhibition, my surname is Liu. We apologize for the trouble caused to you and your friends today due to our negligence."

Baima took the business card without even glancing at it.

The woman immediately stepped forward, her attitude respectful: "I am the head of the agency. The mismanagement of my staff has caused you and Huang Yue to suffer. We will send someone to deal seriously with the responsible parties."

Finally, there's the man in the white shirt.

His face was pale, his lips trembled, and he forced himself to step forward and bow deeply.

“Miss Baima, I’m so sorry! I was wrong during the day. I shouldn’t have spoken like that, and I shouldn’t have yelled at your friend… I didn’t know what was going on at the time, and I acted impulsively… Please forgive me…”

The man's voice was trembling, and he was bent over very low, almost at a ninety-degree angle.

The order to distribute bottled water only to exhibitors was given from above, and the order to prohibit outsiders from entering the venue was also given from above.

So, for the man, he was just doing his job as assigned by his superiors, but he just happened to run into someone who was not easy to mess with.

Now that his boss is pinning the blame on him, he can only grit his teeth and swallow it.

Baima could see the fear and helplessness in the man's eyes, as well as his displeasure at being put on the spot by his superior.

She could vaguely guess the reason, and subconsciously turned to look at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng's expression remained unchanged, without the slightest unnecessary reaction.

Baima withdrew her gaze, not wanting to make things difficult for the other party: "It's alright, you can go first."

Mr. Liu breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly: "Then Miss Baima, please rest well. We will come to apologize again another day."

The three left, and the ward fell silent.

Huang Yue was leaning against the headboard, eating an apple.

She mumbled, "That's strange, why are they being so nice? Are they afraid I'll die here and cause trouble?"

"Don't think too much, just get some rest."

Baima placed the shopping bags on the bedside table and moved the fruit basket to the side to make room.

Huang Yue then picked up the red envelope and opened it.

A thick stack of brand-new banknotes, totaling five thousand.

"Holy crap..."

Huang Yue was dumbfounded. Five thousand yuan was enough for her to slack off until the end of the year!

Then she counted out half of it and handed it to Baima: "Here, this should be enough for the medical expenses, right?"

Baima shook her head and pushed the money back: "You don't need to give it to me. You can use this money to recuperate and find a better place to live and a stable job."

"Five thousand won't be enough to cure anything. If I were to find a place to rent, I'd have to pay a deposit and three months' rent upfront, and two thousand would be gone in the first place. Why give that money to the landlord? I'll just get by for now."

Huang Yue chuckled and asked again, "You really don't want it?"

Baima shook his head again, his attitude firm.

In her opinion, Huang Yue's heatstroke was at least half her responsibility, so she had no right to claim any of the money.

Huang Yue carefully put the money away again, stuffed it under her pillow, then threw the remaining half of the apple core into the bedside trash can and casually wiped her finger on the sheet.

Only then did she notice Ding Heng, and looked him up and down.

"Bai Ma, what is this?"

"my brother."

"Oh...your brother?"

Huang Yue glanced at Ding Heng again, her mouth moving faster than her brain: "He's quite handsome. Which factory do you work at? Or are you a food delivery driver?"

Baima was a little embarrassed: "My brother is in college."

"Going to college?"

Huang Yue's expression suddenly became subtle.

A college student, dressed neatly, whose shoes and phone looked expensive.

But his sister worked day jobs every day and refused to take a single day off.

what's the situation?

Ding Heng could roughly guess Huang Yue's thoughts, but he was too lazy to explain.

He patted Baima on the shoulder and said, "Since everything is alright, I'll be going now. Remember to call Lin Man to come pick you up later."

"No need, I'll stay with Sister Huang Yue a little longer, then I'll take the subway home by myself."

"Row……"

Ding Heng nodded and turned to leave the ward.

Baima opened the fruit basket, took out a few kinds of fruit, and placed them on the bedside table.

"Sister Huang Yue, what would you like to eat? I'll order takeout."

Huang Yue didn't rush to answer. She took out the wad of money again and handed 2000 to Bai Ma this time.

Baima was stunned.

Huang Yue advised, "You should keep it, otherwise I'll feel bad... I may be thick-skinned, but I'm not ungrateful. You paid for the hospital visit, didn't you?"

Baima shook her head, still refusing.

When Baima refused to accept it, Huang Yue pulled out her ultimate weapon!

Do you look down on me?

She was serious; she didn't seem to be joking.

After hesitating for a moment, Baima finally reached out and took the five hundred, then stuffed the remaining one thousand five back into Huang Yue's hand.

Five hundred is enough for medical expenses.

"alright."