The boy wiped his saliva sleepily, neatly carried his empty schoolbag and sat in front, then lay down and continued to sleep.

Hearing the cries around him, Jiang Lai felt as if his heart had stopped.

His chaotic mind became clearer and clearer, and his serious look even affected the girl who was reading a novel on the side.

She secretly stared at Jiang for a long time.

During the ten-minute break, Jiang Lai never stopped writing and kept calculating.

Oh my god, was Jiang Lai taken away from him?

Little Pudding has become accustomed to Jiang Lai's obsession with completing tasks, and has determined that one thing must be 100% focused on it. Such people are extremely efficient in everything they do, so Little Pudding is obsessed with this task.

Not worried at all.

It's just that Jiang Lai like this made him feel a little bored.

While Jiang Lai was drinking water, Little Pudding asked quickly.

"You haven't drawn any skills yet, can I draw one for you?"

Mao Fang could understand, after all, her mother and daughter were from outside the country, and Jiang Zhensheng was not stupid, so how could he leave money to Jiang Lai.

Yes, she is her daughter's only relative here. Her daughter is still young. If she dies now, who will take care of Jiang Lai?

She still had to think of a way to deal with the subsequent treatment costs, and she could not let Jiang Zhensheng bear them alone.

The content of the mission is to rescue Mao Fang. How can it be considered a rescue?

This made Mao Fang's heart clench.

After all, even if she knew, she couldn't give Mao Fang any help, and she just let Mao Fang worry about herself.

Mao Fang was a little dazed. Thinking of what the doctor said to him with a serious face today, worry flashed in his eyes, but seeing Jiang Lai who knew nothing, he finally chose to continue pretending that nothing happened.

"Congratulations, you have obtained the twenty-hour workaholic skill! The skill has been distributed."

Jiang Lai has always had very high demands on himself. He set a goal for himself to be admitted to medical school. He immediately made a study plan overnight and accumulated heavy study tasks every minute and every second.

Mao Fang's eyes were a little red.

According to the current survival life expectancy of pancreatic cancer patients worldwide, the survival rate of patients with mid-term cancer within five years after illness is less than 20%.

"To put it simply, you only need to sleep four hours a day to have enough energy, and the remaining twenty hours can be used to study and make money."

"Okay, mom promises that you will live a healthy life."

"Um."

After Mao Fang left, Jiang Lai lowered his head and looked at the white paper in front of him, which clearly listed all the treatment costs for mid-stage pancreatic cancer.

"You will work hard all your life..."

Mao Fang was a little worried, so she cut the fruit and brought it in.

He reached out and touched Jiang Lai's hair to endure the pain in his heart.

Then, he met Jiang Lai.

"You can smoke whatever you want."

"What's wrong? Did something happen at school? Let's talk to mom."

I couldn't hide the fact that I was in the middle stage of cancer for a long time, but it was still incurable pancreatic cancer. If Jiang Lai hadn't reminded me, I might have just treated it as an ordinary back pain, and I would never have thought that I had a pancreatic tumor in my body.

You must know that he used to be a well-known salty fish in the bureau. He had no ideals and low ambitions. After finally becoming a full-time employee, he had the opportunity to be assigned a host. From the beginning, he only completed five or six of ten tasks, which was almost the same.

It’s enough if you can pass the test.

Jiang Lai didn't care at all, which made little Pudding a little hurt.

"Mom, you know that you are my only relative in this world. You are very important to me. I hope that you can be healthy and witness every important occasion in my life."

Jiang Lai nodded and recognized the skill given by Little Pudding with his actions.

"How did it turn out?"

The only good thing now is that it was discovered in time. Although it cannot be cured, it can be treated with surgery and drugs, allowing her to live for a few more years.

There was no need to smoke, so he tried to give her various skills to use, and finally found the one that suited her after a long time.

Little Pudding felt a little sad seeing her like this.

Jiang Lai put down his pen and looked at Mao Fang sitting by the bed.

Now that he is willing to take care of their mother and daughter, she is satisfied.

Although the man tolerated Jiang Lai on the surface, secretly he had already left all the valuable things of the Jiang family to his son Jiang Ci.

But the most important thing is that she has to work hard herself.

I am not a well-connected person, and unlike other assistants who can casually provide the host with free tips, the best skill I can give Jiang Lai is to allow her to gain the most energy with the least amount of sleep.

"Expand and tell."

In the original plot, Mao Fang's condition worsened after Jiang Lai graduated from high school, and he died less than half a year later.

But the person involved obviously didn’t have that much time to think wildly. The original owner’s foundation was too poor and he didn’t have a bright mind. Even if the original owner tried his best to learn Dingtian, he would still be at the middle level of this school.

Little Pudding sighed while complaining.

After returning home and finishing dinner, Mao Fang originally planned to take Jiang Lai out to relax, but Jiang Lai, who didn't want to finish his meal, went straight into the room and closed the door.

But now it is discovered that he will definitely be alive within five years. What happens in five years will depend on Jiang Lai.

Insidious, cunning, smart, beautiful, some are good and some are bad. Little Pudding can neither be liked nor disliked. The most important thing is that Jiang Lai works too hard and devotes himself wholeheartedly to every task. Juan Wang

The king and his salty fish were forced to follow a roll, a passive roll, and he was directly rolled into the annual performance champion and attendance pacesetter. His job number and name were all on the honor roll.

"Have you gone for a checkup?"

"It's nothing. I'm just too tired. I just need to rest more."

Jiang Lai's voice was calm and mixed with worry.

She didn't want to say anything, and Jiang Lai wouldn't ask any more questions.

Thinking back to the time when his life was so carefree, looking back now, he was almost suffocating from one task after another. In addition to worrying about his own health, he also always paid attention to whether Jiang Lai would die suddenly.

If you want to treat it, you must follow the best standards.

Jiang Zhensheng?

I never came out once during this period.

Calculating a series of expenses including surgical resection of the tumor, later chemotherapy, targeted drugs, adjuvant treatment and secondary diseases, it is conservatively estimated that the cost in the first three years will be nearly 4 million.

Little Pudding looked at Jiang Lai's frown and felt heavy in his heart.

This was the first time that he saw Jiang Lai in such trouble for a task.

"The task is very difficult. Just do your best because of Mao Fang's illness. You have allowed her to live for a few more years. From this point of view, the task should be considered completed."

"It is much more difficult to save a person than to destroy a person."
Chapter completed!