He handed it over, presenting it before her.
Jiang Nan Fang did not intend to be hard on herself.
She took it and put it on.
"How much is it? I'll transfer it to you tomorrow."
The emotions that had been suppressed for days finally found an outlet at this moment.
Zhan Bei Jue frowned, lowering his voice, "Jiang Nan Fang, is it meaningful for you to say that?"
"Then what do you think is meaningful? Thank you? Fine. Then I thank Mr. Zhan for the bracelet. I'll return it to you tomorrow after I use it."
"You..."
Jiang Nan Fang lay back down, covering her ears with one hand, refusing to communicate with him further.
"Alright, stop talking. Don't wake the children up later. If you can't sleep, go out. Don't disturb my sleep."
Zhan Bei Jue felt like he was going to suffer internal injuries from being stifled.
He sat on the floor, watching the motionless figure on the bed.
He had thought of rushing over several times to pull her off the bed, take her outside, and have a good talk with her.
But what was there to talk about?
The moment he thought of this, he lost his confidence again.
Some things, if you no longer have the right to say them, you just don't.
He understood; he was reaping what he had sown.
He sat there silently for half an hour. Seeing that Jiang Nan Fang remained motionless, as if she had finally fallen asleep.
Zhan Bei Jue stood up again, moved the fan over, and fixed it to aim at their bed.
Then he went back and used the small cardboard fan given to them by the coach that day to fan his two sons, who didn't have a fan blowing on them.
Perhaps it was the quiet of the night that made people have inexplicable sentiments.
At this moment, he actually had the thought of freezing time, just like the male leads in idol dramas.
Although the environment at this moment was not the best in the world, and his relationship with Jiang Nan Fang was not the best, he was becoming more and more pathetic now.
Zhan Bei Jue stayed awake all night, fanning the children until six in the morning.
Sweetie was the first to wake up.
She first turned her head to look at her mommy, who was still asleep.
Then she got up on tiptoe.
As she looked up, she saw her daddy sitting on the floor.
"Daddy, why are you awake so early?"
Zhan Bei Jue made a shushing gesture at her and stood up, picking her up.
"I haven't asked you yet, why are you awake so early? Did you sleep uncomfortably last night?"
Sweetie said, "No, it was fine. I just need to go to the restroom."
Zhan Bei Jue carried her to the bathroom. She went in alone, and he waited outside.
However, after waiting for two minutes, she didn't come out. Five minutes passed, and there was still no movement.
Zhan Bei Jue tentatively asked, "Sweetie, are you done? Didn't you say you just needed to go for a little while? Why is it taking so long?"
There was no response from inside.
He leaned his head closer, "What are you doing? Why aren't you answering Daddy?"
Still no response.
He checked the time again, and thinking about his daughter's illness, Zhan Bei Jue suddenly panicked.
He hurried back into the room and pushed Jiang Nan Fang, "Jiang Nan Fang, wake up!"
Jiang Nan Fang, alert like a secret agent, opened her eyes in a second.
Seeing that her daughter was missing, she quickly asked, "What's wrong? Where's Sweetie?"
"In the bathroom. She's been in there for five minutes and still hasn't come out. Go in and check quickly."
Jiang Nan Fang, without even time to put on her shoes, rushed into the bathroom barefoot.
A moment later, Zhan Bei Jue heard her anxious voice, "Quick, call an ambulance! Sweetie fainted!"
Good times are always fleeting.
The four of them rushed back to the hospital in such a hurry. Sweetie was taken into the emergency room again.
After a period of rescue, Director Gao sent Jiang Nan Fang away and quietly told Zhan Bei Jue.
"The situation is not optimistic. Sweetie's condition is deteriorating faster and more erratically than we expected. The surgery must be expedited."
Zhan Bei Jue asked Director Gao with a grim expression.
"Is there still no news from the medical institutions?"
Director Gao said, "We received news yesterday that a match was found, but according to the registration information, someone was ahead of you, so we didn't tell you."
What?
A match was found, but someone else got there first?
Zhan Bei Jue asked Director Gao without hesitation.
"Who is ahead of us?"
Director Gao said, "Don't worry about who is ahead of you. The value of life is the same for everyone. We can't ask others to yield..."
Zhan Bei Jue interrupted him.
"Answer what I ask, and don't say what I don't ask. Who is ahead of us?"
Director Gao could only open the computer and show him the basic information of the patient ahead.
Without a word, Zhan Bei Jue went to find Jiang Nan Fang.
"A heart matching Sweetie has been found. We're going to handle the procedures now. Keep an eye on Jing Yu, and wait for me to come back."
Before Jiang Nan Fang could ask for more details, he left the hospital in a hurry with Ah Zhong.
On the way, Ah Zhong gave him the information he had found.
"This person is Li Jianjun, 66 years old. He has had heart disease for a long time, and it worsened six months ago. His three children pooled money to have him undergo a transplant. He is in Jiangcheng."
"None of his children are wealthy, especially his second daughter, who is 28 years old, divorced, and works as a promoter in a supermarket in Nancheng. She has two sons."
Zhan Bei Jue took a private jet to Jiangcheng.
He successfully found Li Jianjun's son, who was accompanying him at the hospital, and discussed it with him in person.
"This is my daughter."
Zhan Bei Jue showed him a happy photo of Sweetie he had captured on his phone.
"She's only five years old this year. Her condition has become so severe that she can't wait any longer. If there were any other way, I wouldn't be here today."
"I know your father's condition is slightly better and he can wait a little longer, so I want to implore you to give this opportunity to us first."
"I have been contacting medical institutions worldwide to find a matching heart. As soon as one is found, we will immediately give it to you."
"Of course, we won't let you help for nothing. I will cover all of your father's surgical fees, as well as your lost wages and nursing fees."
"The cost is not an issue. As long as you are willing to sign this document, I can immediately transfer two million yuan as an advance payment to your account."
Mr. Li was naturally not so easily convinced.
He even became angry immediately.
"Just because you have money, you think you're amazing? Your daughter's life is a life, but my father's life isn't?"
"He worked hard for us siblings his entire life. Now that he's old, are we going to disregard his life for a little money?"
"Impossible, there's no room for negotiation! Don't try to bully us with money. We will absolutely not agree!"
For his precious daughter, Zhan Bei Jue endured being spat at for the first time in his life.
"I absolutely have no intention of bullying you with money. If I did, I wouldn't be here in person right now, but would have directly..."
"I can understand Mr. Li's filial piety towards your father, but my daughter really can't wait. I am sincerely asking for your help now."
"I know your elder sister works in Nancheng. If you don't mind, after today, she can come to work at Zhan Corporation."
"We will sign a lifetime employment contract, and her salary will be that of a department manager. I will personally handle the children's enrollment."
"Including you, Mr. Li, and the other Ms. Li. If you don't mind, you can also come to work at Zhan Corporation."
"As long as you sign this agreement now, I will immediately give you the employment contracts."