The sky was gradually darkening.
Lin Fan grew increasingly anxious. His sister-in-law was still waiting for him at home and must be more worried than he was.
Su Yurou, who was driving, noticed Lin Fan's worried expression and asked, "Are you worried about your sister-in-law?"
Lin Fan nodded vigorously. "Mm!"
"Doesn't your sister-in-law have a phone? Why don't you call her?"
Su Yurou was no longer angry, and thus less unreasonable.
"That PHS phone is broken. I was planning to buy my sister-in-law an iPhone... sigh!"
As Lin Fan spoke, he suddenly sighed.
Su Yurou glanced at him. For some reason, she found him quite like a mature man.
She took out a pack of slim cigarettes and offered one to Lin Fan. "Would you like one?"
Lin Fan waved his hand. "I don't smoke."
Su Yurou lit a cigarette for herself, and a faint scent of lemon and tobacco filled the car.
"You don't smoke, and you probably don't drink either?"
Su Yurou tilted her head, appraising Lin Fan.
Lin Fan nodded slightly. "Mm, no."
"I'm impressed with you, kid."
Su Yurou tilted her head again, looking him over with a playful glint in her eyes. "If you don't do any of these things, then you've only learned how to be a hooligan. Who taught you?"
After speaking, she glanced down, her meaning self-evident.
Lin Fan's face instantly turned red, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
"Hahaha..."
Seeing Lin Fan's awkwardness, Su Yurou burst into laughter, guffawing uncontrollably.
"Is it that funny?"
Lin Fan felt a pang of annoyance and retorted casually.
"One last question."
Su Yurou suddenly stopped the car, turned to face Lin Fan, and asked him word by word, "Between me and your sister-in-law, who has a better figure?"
Under the neon lights, Su Yurou's charm was even more captivating.
Her meticulously cared-for, pretty face showed no trace of age.
In fact, as she grew older, she had become like aged wine, exuding a youthful fragrance.
Lin Fan had always thought Song Yue was quite bold.
He hadn't expected Su Yurou to be just as daring.
"I don't know."
Lin Fan turned his head, looking at the traffic on the street, unwilling to answer.
"If I don't get a satisfactory answer, I'm not letting you go!"
Su Yurou toyed with a strand of her hair hanging below her earlobe, smiling charmingly at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan sighed helplessly. "Alright, alright, you have a good figure!"
He turned back, asking irritably, "Why did you drag me into your car?"
"You're not just bored and decided to ask such a trivial question, are you?"
Su Yurou leaned back against the seat, satisfied, and replied, "Of course, I have something serious to ask you."
"Xiao Fan, I want to ask for your help just once, and I'll give you this amount."
Su Yurou held up three fingers and waved them in front of Lin Fan's eyes.
"Oh, thirty thousand."
Lin Fan wasn't surprised by the price, as Su Yurou had given him thirty thousand last time.
"Three hundred thousand!"
Su Yurou's expression turned serious, and her tone was resolute.
"What did you say? Three hundred thousand!"
Lin Fan's mind buzzed.
That was a tenfold increase!
His budget for building a house was only a hundred and fifty thousand. If he earned this money, it would be enough to build a luxurious villa.
Su Yurou nodded gently. "Xiao Fan, sister is in trouble, so consider it doing me a favor."
She pointed to the side of the road. "Look."
Lin Fan turned his head. The bustling street was aglow with charming neon lights.
However, a shop in the middle, quite sizable, was conspicuously dark.
This shop not only had its roller shutter down but also bore two seals.
"Simiao Beauty Salon. Is this your shop?"
Lin Fan was quite astonished.
Although he didn't know the housing prices in town, this was a prime location, and such a large commercial space would likely cost hundreds of thousands in rent annually.
"It was, but I don't know if it can open again."
Su Yurou looked distressed and lit another cigarette.
Lin Fan took a breath and asked, "What trouble have you run into?"
"Sister just had bad luck."
Su Yurou exhaled a wisp of smoke and sighed. "A customer had an SPA at my shop, and when she was leaving, the wet spot on the steps wasn't wiped clean. She slipped and fell."
Lin Fan frowned and pressed, "Was she seriously injured?"
"You might not believe this when I tell you."
Su Yurou threw away the cigarette she had only smoked for two puffs and yelled hysterically, "I don't believe it either!"
She leaned back weakly against the seat, her hands clasped behind her head, her eyes unfocused. She continued, "Just one fall, and she suffered sciatic nerve damage. Both her legs became useless. She's paralyzed."
Lin Fan scratched his head.
He had recently been using his Purple Extreme Spirit Eyes to examine the internal structures of patients, so he knew this was indeed a difficult matter.
The sciatic nerve was the thickest nerve in the human body.
Like a fiber optic cable, the sciatic nerve was composed of countless nerve fibers as fine as hair.
And each of these nerve fibers was responsible for different functions.
To cure the patient, one had to first find the damaged nerve fiber among the dense network of nerve fibers.
Moreover, one had to be extremely careful not to damage any other nerve fiber, as it could lead to more severe consequences.
It was even possible to cause death.
"Ms. Su, I can't do this."
Lin Fan thought for a moment and refused.
If anything went wrong and someone died, he would be the first to be arrested, and even a sentence of five or six years would be considered light.
"Xiao Fan, to be honest, my customer's husband is in the Drug Administration."
Su Yurou pointed to her shop. "As you can see, my beauty salon has been sealed on the grounds of illegally using illicit drugs."
"I've tried all my connections, but it's no use."
Su Yurou's expression was grave, and she sighed, continuing, "I heard her husband plans to impose a huge fine on me and send me to prison."
"Xiao Fan, if you don't help me, I'll have to jump off a building!"
Su Yurou said this, looking at Lin Fan with a mournful expression.
Lin Fan hadn't expected that this seemingly wealthy and influential boss, whom he viewed as living a life of luxury, was also unable to escape the grip of "fate."
"It's not that I don't want to help, but this is too risky..."
Before Lin Fan could finish speaking, Su Yurou exclaimed, "One million!"
Su Yurou didn't intend to increase the price gradually but instead aimed to break through Lin Fan's psychological defenses.
"Even if you give me ten million, it's no use!"
Lin Fan spread his hands, showing a helpless expression and sighing, "I also want to make money, a lot of money, but if something goes wrong with this matter of yours, I might lose my head."
Su Yurou pursed her lips and didn't reply. Instead, she grabbed Lin Fan's small hand.
"What are you doing?"
Lin Fan shouted.
But before his words could finish and before he could pull his hand away, Su Yurou pulled him onto herself.