Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 3118: Would Be Putting It to Its Greatest Use

Mother Xu shook her head. “You should keep that money. I’ve lived to this age already. It’s not worth spending that kind of money on me.”

“With that money, you could live a little easier in the future. Don’t waste it on me.”

Ning Shu: …

“To be able to buy life with money would be putting it to its greatest use. We have plenty of money and we can always earn more later. Don’t you want to see me get married and have kids, Mom?”

“I do.”

They were penniless before, but now that they had money, why shouldn’t they seek treatment?

How foolish would that be?

“Then I’ll do as you say.”

Ning Shu picked a hospital known for its expertise in kidney transplant surgery for Mother Xu and paid the necessary fees. They didn’t check her in permanently, just arranged for her to come in regularly for dialysis.

Once a suitable kidney became available, the hospital would notify Ning Shu and Mother Xu.

After that, Ning Shu began to seriously think about her own career path. With no formal qualifications, what kind of job could she pursue?

Mother Xu thought Ning Shu had a talent for makeup and encouraged her to study it.

Ning Shu slapped her thigh. “That could work!”

Girls were naturally drawn to beauty, and makeup could help her beautify not only herself but others too.

And in an era dominated by the internet, even a makeup tutorial video could bring in money.

If she made it big, she could work with celebrities. If not, even doing makeup for the deceased could earn a living.

Makeup was a skilled craft—it was about dimension, shadow, and matching the style of the outfit.

All of it required systematic training.

A phrase suddenly popped into Ning Shu’s head. “Lanxiang Cosmetology School, where your life becomes colorful.”

Right afterward, she immediately felt like a country bumpkin.

When Mother Xu saw that Ning Shu agreed, she even helped her find suitable schools and asked whether she might want to study abroad.

Having a goal was a good thing already. She’d take it one step at a time.

Every day, Ning Shu made sure to turn on the TV and check the news, hoping to catch word of Gong Rong finally kicking the bucket.

When the news on television showed nothing, she went looking online instead.

There, she came across a short video that had gone viral. It was all over Weibo.

Ning Shu clicked on it, and lo and behold—it was Gong Rong, dressed in a hospital gown.

It was Gong Rong with short hair. He was strikingly handsome. Illness had left him with a fragile, delicate air that made him even more captivating.

He sat on a stark white hospital bed, where sunlight streamed warmly through the window onto his body. The whole scene looked ethereal, dreamlike, even.

It didn’t resemble the usual wheezing and groaning that usually hung heavy with despair in a hospital ward. Gong Rong looked like he was filming a poetic art film.

“To that someone, I want to see you,” Gong Rong said to the camera.

Countless fans burst into collective squeals. “I’m that ‘someone’! I want to see you too!”

But the moment Ning Shu heard those words, she knew Gong Rong was calling for her. Even in his condition, he still wanted to find her?

Her guard immediately went up. Life had been calm and peaceful lately for her—no hiding, no running, no living in fear.

So what was Gong Rong planning now?

Hmm? Just because he said he wanted to see her, she was supposed to show up? No way. She was not going. She hoped this would be a regret he’d keep for the rest of his life! Wahahaha…

Clearly, Gong Rong had nothing better to do in the hospital, so he started posting a short video every day.

“It’s day two. To that someone, I want to see you.”

“It’s day three. To that someone, I want to see you.”

“It’s day four. To that someone, I want to see you.”

“…”

Wherever Gong Rong’s handsome face appeared, hearts melted. Underneath every one of his posts, his Weibo comments were flooded with fans howling about being helplessly smitten with him. These fans consisted of both men and women alike.

Ning Shu had watched all of the short videos Gong Rong had made. Her attention was focused on Gong Rong’s face since it was growing worse and worse by the day.