I'm dying, my sisters are begging for forgiveness

Chapter 52 Chen Yiyi's Mr. Xu

the other side.

Chen Mo got on the bus.

I found a seat by the window, sat down, and stared at the sky outside.

After he heard what the attending physician Sun Luze said.

Chen Mo has one more reason to make money.

Although that treatment option also has slim chances.

But earning more money in your hands means having more options after all.

Chen Mo did the math.

His previous two piano pieces sold four million.

Shen Jingxuan earned three million from the sales of the two songs.

This money should be enough to improve the living environment of my mother and sister.

Moreover, Chen Mo also found out last night that his sister's current class teacher has no professional ethics and targets her everywhere.

So he plans to discuss with his mother in the next two days to change a better primary school for his sister.

As for the teacher who accepted gifts and ran a private tutoring class.

After my sister transferred to another school.

Chen Mo plans to find a lawyer to give this teacher a surprise.

After doing all this.

Chen Mo felt that the several million had probably been spent.

So he sent a message to Shen Jingxuan again.

【Do you have time?】

【I'd like to invite you to dinner. 】

[I wrote a few songs while I was lying in the hospital ward. I'll show you if they're suitable.]

soon.

Shen Jingxuan replied with a few question marks.

Afterwards, she repeatedly confirmed several times whether Chen Mo was joking.

After getting Chen Mo's affirmative answer.

Shen Jingxuan agreed.

After Chen Mo turned off his phone, he felt a little tired.

Sun Luze also talked to him about it.

This is a normal reaction after taking those new medicines. Just take a nap.

So Chen Mo rested in a half asleep and half awake state.

The bus drove a few stops.

There were gradually more and more people on the bus.

Chen Mo, who had just fallen asleep, was also awakened by a shrill sound.

"Young man, these seats are reserved for the elderly, the weak, the sick, the disabled, and pregnant women."

A middle-aged woman looked around.

Maybe he thought young people like Chen Mo were the easiest to talk to, so he came to his side.

Chen Mo has been taking the bus for so many years.

In fact, I have met many people like this.

There are even more unreasonable people who say that not giving up your seat is not a moral issue but a legal issue and it violates the Act on the Protection of the Elderly.

If it really was an old man, it would make sense.

But they all look to be in their early 40s. Are they really that old?

Seeing that Chen Mo seemed to ignore her.

The middle-aged woman suddenly became anxious: "Young man, I'm talking to you!"

"Are you old, weak, sick or disabled?"

"I have a senior citizen ID card, so this seat is mine!"

Chen Mo took out a report that he had just printed out from the hospital and handed it to the middle-aged woman: "Advanced liver cancer."

"Just came out of the hospital in a coma."

The middle-aged woman subconsciously took the report and then heard these words.

Her chest felt like it was hit by a sledgehammer.

A feeling of self-blame welled up in my heart.

Many people around heard these words.

A series of contemptuous glances also fell on the middle-aged woman.

However, the middle-aged woman still felt embarrassed, so she did not apologize or anything.

Instead, he stood aside and did not ask for a seat again.

Until the bus arrives.

Chen Mo got out of the car.

The middle-aged woman looked through the window and saw Chen Mo coughing while walking.

She suddenly had the urge to slap herself in the face.

"I'm so damned!"

"Two plates of clams, ten skewers of squid, and five pairs of grilled wings."

"By the way, give me a big bowl of fried rice and a few more eggs." Chen Mo said after ordering the dishes.

The boss said with a smile: "Xiao Chen, today's meal is so rich."

"This is not your usual amount of food."

"Someone else hasn't come yet, right?"

Chen Mo nodded: "She's a guest, I'll treat her to a meal."

The boss nodded and said, "Okay, I'll make you some more rice and make sure you guys are full."

Having said that, he turned around and got busy.

Twenty minutes later.

Shen Jingxuan's car stopped on the side of the road.

A rare sports car, and the beautiful woman who got out of the car, whose temperament could not be concealed even through the sunglasses she wore.

It instantly attracted the attention of many people.

Shen Jingxuan immediately saw Chen Mo waving at her.

After she walked over.

I saw the slightly greasy and dirty stool, and after hesitating for a few seconds, I finally sat down.

Shen Jingxuan had seen Chen Mo riding a shared bicycle before.

So I actually thought of it.

Even if Chen Mo invited her to dinner, he would not go to any high-end restaurant.

But this also.
Shen Jingxuan also saw flies flying above the ingredients at the stall next to her.

This was hard for her to accept as she was used to eating clean and bright food.

and so.

Shen Jingxuan was ready to go hungry.

She said, "Teacher Chen Mo, are you okay now?"

Of course Chen Mo knew what the other party was referring to, and nodded: "It's okay."

"I also prescribed some medicine. I shouldn't faint suddenly like this in the future."

“This medicine is quite expensive.”

“So, I came here to make money.”

Shen Jingxuan was stunned when she heard this.

After she heard this.

Shen Jingxuan felt that Chen Mo seemed to think about making money first, and then write songs.
If this is true, then this is simply amazing
"That's good. I was shocked when you fainted."

So she began to be curious about the quality of the songs: "Teacher Chen Mo, where are the songs you wrote?"

That's when.

The boss brought everything Chen Mo had ordered to the table.

Chen Mo first served himself a bowl of egg fried rice.

Then he helped Shen Jingxuan fill a bowl and even pressed it down: "I have already thought of everything."

"I wrote a lot while waiting for you, but I haven't finished it yet."

"you eat first."

Shen Jingxuan looked a little embarrassed after seeing the bowl of egg fried rice, but she took it with both hands out of politeness: "Thank you."

But she didn't mean to eat.

Chen Mo put a few fish balls on the egg fried rice, poured some soup on it, and then took two big bites.

Then he put the bowl aside.

I picked up a pen and paper and continued writing.