Zhao Gangyan didn't hesitate, picked up the phone, and prepared to contact Ouyang's family.
He said to Zhao Xinyue: "I will communicate with the Ouyang family about this matter as soon as possible to see if there can be any progress."
Zhao Xinyue smiled slightly, feeling very proud of the success of this plan.
The next morning, the corridors of the hospital were quiet and deserted.
Xiao Ye slowly opened his eyes from the chair next to him. Xiao Shan had completed the operation yesterday, and his body was a little stiff from sitting all night.
As soon as he sat up straight, he saw his mother Liu Guifang coming over with breakfast.
"Xiao Ye, you're awake. Eat something quickly. You didn't eat much last night."
Liu Guifang's voice was full of concern.
Xiao Ye stretched slightly to relieve the stiffness in his body.
He looked at his mother with gratitude in his eyes.
"Thank you, Mom, I understand. I have to go out later."
Liu Guifang nodded slightly, with worry on her face.
"Then you have to be careful and don't tire yourself too much."
Xiao Ye comforted Liu Guifang with a smile.
"Don't worry, Mom. I'll take care of myself. I just have some things I need to take care of."
Liu Guifang looked at Xiao Ye, although she felt reluctant to give up, she still responded softly.
"Okay, keep yourself safe."
Xiao Ye took the breakfast from his mother and began to eat slowly.
After eating breakfast, Xiao Ye stood up and prepared to leave the hospital.
He said to his mother: "Mom, I'm leaving. You can take good care of Dad here."
Before Xiao Ye left the ward, he carefully looked at his father lying on the bed with concerned eyes.
【All symptoms are stable】
He felt a little relieved, these words made him feel a little relieved.
He knew that although his father's current condition was stable, subsequent treatment and recovery would still require a considerable expense.
Xiao Ye walked out of the hospital door, with the sun shining on his face. He took a deep breath of fresh air, trying to dispel the heaviness in his heart.
My mother's worried eyes and my father's helpless figure beside the hospital bed kept echoing in my mind.
His steps seemed a little confused, not knowing which direction to go.
"I need more money to cover the cost of my father's subsequent treatment."
Xiao Ye thought silently in his mind, frowning, feeling the pressure of the few bills left on his body.
At this moment, an inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind, making his eyes light up.
“Antique Street!”
Antique Street is a treasure hunting paradise for many people.
Xiao Ye remembered that his magical eyes could distinguish authenticity and even discover hidden rare things.
Although he had never tried his abilities in the antique market before, at this moment, he might as well try his luck.
"If you're lucky, you might be able to pick up a big leak."
At that time, not only can the father's hospitalization expenses be solved, but the family's financial situation can even be improved.
With such hope, Xiao Ye quickly walked to the antique street.
Xiao Ye quickly passed through the bustling crowd and came to the antique street.
The narrow roads of Antique Street are lined with stalls selling everything from antique jewelry to shabby books.
People wandered among the stalls, haggling over prices, or telling stories about the things they saw.
Just when Xiao Ye was deeply attracted by this world full of ancient mystery, he accidentally bumped into a serious-looking uncle.
Xiao Ye immediately realized his rudeness and apologized quickly.
"Sorry, uncle, I didn't look at the road."
The uncle had no expression on his face, just glanced at Xiao Ye silently, and then walked away, as if the impact had no impact on him.
Xiao Ye looked at his uncle's back and couldn't help but shook his head, thinking that he might be too impatient.
Afterwards, Xiao Ye continued to go deep into the antique street.
His eyes wandered between the various stalls, observing secretly in his mind.
He knew that if he wanted to find leaks here, his eyesight alone would not be enough.
You must rely on your own divine eyes to find those buried treasures.
As he walked, Xiao Ye's eyes fell on a rather quaint-looking stall.
When Xiao Ye's eyes were fixed on that quaint stall, the stall owner there noticed his interest and immediately showed a sly smile.
There was a shrewd light in the stall owner's eyes, and he obviously thought Xiao Ye was an easy novice to take the bait.
"Boy, come and see these treasures!"
The stall owner greeted Xiao Ye warmly while picking up some seemingly precious items from the stall.
"This is a jade pendant from the Qing Dynasty, and this is porcelain from the Song Dynasty... They are all rare antiques, don't miss them."
[Modern imitations have no collection value]
[Departed from the factory three days ago, priced at two yuan each]
Xiao Ye stood quietly in front of the stall, his eyes flashing slightly, carefully observing these so-called "treasures".
However, after careful identification, he found that these items were well disguised in appearance.
In fact, they are all fakes and none of them are real antiques.
He didn't show any disappointment, just shook his head politely.
"Sorry, I was just taking a look."
Seeing Xiao Ye preparing to leave, the stall owner immediately felt a little anxious. He didn't want to miss a "big fat sheep" like this.
He quickly picked up another item from the stall, with urgency in his voice.
"Young man, take a look at this again. This is a real antique and absolutely worth the money."
Hearing what the stall owner said, he looked back.
It's a porcelain bowl.
[There is nothing special about products made during the Qing Dynasty]
"How much does this porcelain bowl cost?"
The stall owner looked at Xiao Ye, with greed in his eyes, and answered quickly.
"This is the treasure of the Qing Dynasty, three hundred thousand."
After Xiao Ye heard the price, a helpless smile appeared on his face.
He knew that although this porcelain bowl was precious, the price of 300,000 yuan was obviously too high, not to mention that it was still in the antique street.
He didn't have enough money, and even if he had enough money, the price wouldn't be worth it.
He politely said to the stall owner: "The price is too high, I can't afford it."
Then he turned around and prepared to leave.
Upon seeing this, the stall owner hurriedly called him.
"Wait, boy, we can talk about the price again."
But Xiao Ye has decided not to waste time anymore.
Continuing to wander around, I saw a group of people surrounding a stall in front of me.
Curiosity drove him closer, and he saw an old man who looked old but had sharp eyes standing behind the stall.
The old man looked quite old, but his eyes were bright and he looked smart and capable.
There were only three items on the stall.
An exquisite fan, an antique small box, and a simple Buddha sculpture.
The fan looks very old, with delicate landscape paintings painted on it, and every stroke seems to contain the weight of history.
The small box is more delicate, with intricate patterns on it, giving people a deep and mysterious feeling.
The Buddha sculpture is particularly eye-catching with its sense of vicissitudes and deep religious atmosphere.
