The Goddess's Personal Doctor
Chapter 826 Borrowing Money

Chapter 826: Chapter 826 Borrowing Money

Initially, Yang Yu’s perception of the surroundings was fixed, without anything special.

However, as his mindset changed, he found himself seemingly able to perceive the emotions of the people around him.

The "filial son" who appeared very sad was about to faint from crying, yet Yang Yu could feel joy and relief within him, but no sadness.

On the other hand, the girl standing nearby who hadn’t spoken, though showing no sadness on her face nor tears, seemed as if she might faint from excessive grief at any moment.

Joy, anger, sorrow, and amusement—all the emotions of the world were deeply felt within him.

Yang Yu withdrew his spiritual power and let out a long sigh.

Sometimes, being too sensitive in perception isn’t a good thing either, cough cough.

Everyone was still waiting for Mr. Wen Sr. to "come out," and Yang Yu just wandered around inside casually.

A female employee at the crematorium enthusiastically pitched to an ordinarily dressed middle-aged man, "Sir, our boxes are priced at 8888, 18888, 38888, and also 68888 and 88888, which one do you want?"

The middle-aged man frowned, stammering for a long time before saying, "What’s the cheapest one?"

"The cheapest one, ah." The smile on the female employee’s face disappeared and she said indifferently, "The cheapest is five thousand."

"Even the cheapest is five thousand?" The middle-aged man was dumbfounded, "Is there one around one thousand?"

The female employee said straightforwardly, "No!"

"Alright then." The middle-aged man, helpless, had to say, "Then the five thousand one."

As the middle-aged man was about to pay, a group of older relatives beside him immediately began to yell, "Ah Dong, how can you be so stingy? The difference between five thousand and 8888 isn’t even four thousand. This is your father’s last dignity; can’t you be a little more generous?"

"Exactly, what kind of son is this!"

"After raising a son this big, and he can’t even bear to spend a bit more after he’s gone? Why raise such a son?"

"Ah Dong, we are putting it here, if you don’t handle your father’s funeral arrangements properly, we won’t acknowledge a descendant like you!"

Criticized by this group of elders, the man’s eyes turned red, and he shouted hysterically: "I can’t afford to buy it, alright? My father had cancer for ten whole years, I sold the house, my wife left, and took my son and ran."

"I went bankrupt, lost my family, just to treat my father’s illness. When all the money ran out and he was critically ill, which of you self-proclaimed elder relatives came to visit him? I asked you to lend me money, who among you gave me a penny?"

"I’m still deep in debt now, eating instant noodles every day, yet you all pretend to have been close with my father, wanting to give him a grand burial, why don’t you lend me some money!"

"I’m saying it now, if anyone lends me four thousand today, I’ll immediately buy the 8888 box and give my father a proper burial."

"After today, even if I have to sell my blood tomorrow, I’ll pay you back!"

"Old family uncle, right? Come, lend me money!"

The old man immediately turned his face away, silent.

The middle-aged man then turned to another woman who had been shouting loudly just now, "Aunty, won’t you lend me money?"

Seeing the crowd’s gaze upon her, the old lady got angry out of shame: "You lack ability, are poor, what’s it to me? No loan!"

The middle-aged man then looked towards a man about his age, "Don’t you always compare yourself to me, saying I’m a loser? You’re doing well, making hundreds of thousands or millions each year, why don’t you lend me four thousand, to bury your uncle?"

The man snorted, "Who knows if you’ll pay it back? No way!"

"Haha, hahahaha..." The man laughed while tears streamed down, "Right, mentioning money makes you all strangers. It’s my lack of ability, poverty—what’s it to you? Right, it is none of your damn business, all of you just shut up!"

"If you’re willing to lend me some money for my father’s dignified burial, and I don’t repay, let me join him immediately! If you won’t lend money, just shut up, what are you babbling about?"

"In my father’s lifetime, I fulfilled a son’s duties, and I have no regrets! If I have the money, I’ll buy a box, if not, I’ll make one myself!"

"As for you gossiping relatives, my father never received a bit of kindness from you while alive, and doesn’t need you pointing fingers now that he’s gone. Now, all of you can get lost!"

"Well said!" Yang Yu applauded, walking up to the middle-aged man, smiling knowingly, "Wait, I’ll give your father the best box."

Yang Yu could clearly sense the middle-aged man’s heartbreak and anger, and knew he was a truly filial son.

Having come across such a person by chance, Yang Yu naturally stepped in to help.

The middle-aged man was stunned: "You are..."

Yang Yu laughed, "Don’t worry about who I am, I don’t need your repayment, just see it as a reward for your filial piety!"

The group of relatives didn’t trust Yang Yu, sneering repeatedly, "Where did this idiot come from?"

"Maybe he’s a con artist, specifically scamming idiots like Ah Fei?"

However, the middle-aged man, Ah Fei, believed Yang Yu completely, deeply grateful, "Thank you, sir, thank you. As long as you help me, I’ll repay you even if I have to be a cow or horse in the future!"

"No need to be polite." Yang Yu smiled, "Wait a moment!"

In no time, Bai Xuefeng brought over a large piece of jade, completely green and translucent: "Master, is this piece of jade alright?"

"Perfect." Yang Yu picked up the carving knife and began to carve on the spot.

Soon, the large piece of jade turned into an exquisitely beautiful box, stunning everyone: "This this this..."

If you couldn’t determine the value of this piece of jade initially, then the jade box was undoubtedly priceless!

They had never seen such a beautiful box before, crystal clear, with even the flowers on it appearing life-like!

"Here you go." Yang Yu handed the box to He Fei, whose hands trembled as he accepted the box, tears streaming down, "Thank you, thank you..."

"You’re welcome." Yang Yu smiled, "I’ve carved a rune at the bottom of the box; if anyone tries to steal it, let them be cursed!"

Many didn’t believe in curses, but as Yang Yu spoke the words, even though those present didn’t know who Yang Yu was, they still chose to believe.

With skills like his in carving and the generosity to give away such jade, how could he be an ordinary person?

As He Fei was about to place his father’s ashes in the box, the crematorium’s female employee immediately hardened her face: "Sorry, if you don’t buy our boxes, don’t even think about taking away the ashes!"

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