Yun City, in a certain old residential area.
In one of the units, the sound of a child's cough could be heard.
A boy around ten years old lay in bed, his face pale, very thin, clearly tormented by illness.
Sitting by the bed was a middle-aged woman caring for the boy. She frowned with a look of worry on her face—a worry stemming from a life filled with hardships.
"Zhongcheng, the child's condition has worsened again. The doctor said he must have surgery this month, otherwise..." the middle-aged woman said, her voice choked with emotion, her eyes red.
"Just the surgery alone will cost more than a hundred thousand, with our family's current situation, where can we get that much money? I don't know what to do. Zhongcheng, where are you going?"
The middle-aged woman spoke from the room's doorway, looking towards the living room.
In the living room, a middle-aged man was putting on a suit, tidying up, and carrying a briefcase, seemingly about to go out.
