God-Level All-rounder Expert Chapter 1215 - 1294: Donated Away!

When Fang Yi returned to the clinic, it was already six o’clock in the evening.

Since it’s winter, it gets dark quickly. So when Fang Yi ca back, it was almost dark. All the people from Aunt Wu’s mahjong place had left for the day, although so would return after dinner for a night ga.

Fang Yi was called by Aunt Wu to eat supper again.

After returning from Aunt Wu’s, Fang Yi made his bed, took a bath, and then lay down, ending a day of fatigue.

This was Fang Yi’s first night away from Moon City.

Unlike when going to Tianjing, Fang Yi could go back at any ti then. But now, Fang Yi can’t go back to Moon City anyti soon. If he returns, that troubleso Mo Bujue will definitely take so actions against him.

Tis have changed. Since Fang Yi plans to leave Moon City for a while, he also won’t go back.

For now, the primary goal is to find those dicinal herbs and hopefully extend his life for a few more months.

However, there’s no rushing these things.

Those herbs are extrely precious. The only place worth trying is Dachun Hall, they might have them, but surely at a very steep price.

So, in conclusion, Fang Yi’s most pressing task is to make money.

But...

Fang Yi picked up his phone and dialed the old man’s number again.

The old man sounded irritated: "Hey, kid, calling this late at night, don’t you know every mont of spring is worth its weight in gold?"

Fang Yi: "You have spring nights too?"

Old man: "Sleeping is my spring night."

Fang Yi said: "I don’t care about your spring nights, just give so money."

"I don’t have any!"

"Old man, I’m not a three-year-old kid anymore."

"Really, there’s none!"

"...What about the money I earned before?"

The old man on the other end of the line said impatiently: "I already told you, it’s all gone, I lost it playing cards."

Fang Yi laughed coldly: "Are you trying to fool a three-year-old?"

The old man on the other end paused for a few seconds and said: "I donated it."

This ti it was Fang Yi who fell into silence, a longer silence than the old man’s.

Back when Fang Yi was abroad, he specialized in robbing arms dealers, drug lords, or ill-gotten gains. He didn’t consider himself a good person, just liked doing it.

But even so, Fang Yi made a fortune in the midst of blood and flas, amounting to hundreds of millions, all in cash.

Although Fang Yi was reluctant to part with the money, under the shaless pressure from the old man, he gave it to him, out of a knife-edge mouth, bean curd heart. Fang Yi treated it as repaynt for the old man, no matter how much.

Despite Fang Yi’s harsh words, he had no grievances against the old man. He turned to him for money only because he was really struggling to hold on.

That one sentence from the old man left Fang Yi silent.

He did not doubt the old man.

Although the old man is normally careless and shaless, Fang Yi knows that the old man actually has a knife-edge mouth and bean curd heart.

The old man on the other end continued: "Son, don’t just keep silent. If you’re upset, cursing a bit isn’t a problem. I have thick skin, you can go ahead, just don’t curse my ancestors."

Fang Yi: "Screw your ancestors up to eighteen generations."

Old man: "..."

Fang Yi sighed, said nothing more, since the old man had no money either, he’d have to earn it himself.

"I’ve co to State City." Fang Yi thought for a mont, but still decided to tell the old man.