No Money

When Simran found herself in a helpless situation, tears welled up in her eyes as she beheld the life-saving gift of 100,000 pieces. Although her heart ached with vulnerability, saving her father's life was paramount.

"Thank you, Omi," she said, her voice quivering with gratitude.

"Er, how do you know my name is Omi?" Omi asked, genuinely curious.

Simran awkwardly explained, "I'm also a senior in high school, and I've heard of you. Don't worry, even though we're classmates, I'll definitely honor what I just promised. When I'm done, I'll keep my word."

The onlookers observed Omi with envy; soon, he would be able to have this beauty. Of course, there were also people who scolded Omi for having his brain kicked by a donkey.

Omi maintained a calm demeanor, reassuring Simran, "You misunderstood, Simran. I didn't give you 100,000 because of your offer. I, Omi, am known for my high moral character. I won't take advantage of this. You don't need to give me anything in return, so please hurry up and pay the money."

Immediately, someone scolded Omi for being an idiot. It wasn't an exchange of a hundred thousand for anything, but rather giving someone a hundred thousand for nothing. They had never seen such an idiot before.

Simran looked at Omi, deeply touched, and didn't know what to say. With a smile, Omi turned and left.

Simran hurriedly said, "Omi, thank you. I'll look for you later."

Simran rushed into the hospital to pay the money. After witnessing her father being sent to the rescue room, she dashed out of the hospital. Unfortunately, the crowd of onlookers had already disbanded, and Omi was nowhere to be seen.

Simran stood in front of the hospital, overwhelmed with gratitude.

Meanwhile, Omi walked down the street with his two maids, scanning the surroundings. Originally, he had a hundred thousand yuan, but this turned out to be a gift, leaving him a poor man again.

As they strolled, Omi's little ring continued to mutter desperately, seemingly dissatisfied with Omi's actions. However, Omi paid her no mind.

In Omi's world, helping others in the face of injustice was common. Chivalry and righteousness were values he held dear, and he didn't think twice about parting with a small sum of money.

Omi wandered the streets for another half hour, his stomach rumbling loudly. He hadn't eaten breakfast, and hunger gnawed at him.

However, he had no money left.

Omi asked his maids, "Do you have any money on you?"

The two maids were busy shaking their heads, but in their hearts they hummed, "Nima, finally know that you also need to eat ah, 100,000 yuan said to send, starving you."

Omi sighed, "Looks like we'll have to eat another tyrannical meal again. Let's go, there's a restaurant over there in front of us, go over there and eat a tyrannical meal."

Omi was the first to head to the restaurant in front of him.

Omi felt humiliated after eating frugal meals twice in a row, but he had no other choice.

The two maids were baffled but reluctantly followed Omi to the restaurant. Omi ordered a table of food, and when he was almost finished, he turned to his maids and said, "run as fast as you can for as many distance as you can.

"Young Master, are you really planning to eat a simple meal?" Jean asked, puzzled by Omi's decision.

"Don't worry, I've experienced this before. The second time is not as bad. I'm done eating; get ready to run," Omi assured them.

At this moment, Jean took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and said, "Young Master, actually, I still have a few hundred yuan. We don't need to eat a meager meal."

Omi glared at them, "You guys even tricked me out of money. Empty your pockets, and give me all the remaining money you have."

The two maids exchanged glances and reluctantly handed over the few hundred dollars they had. Omi, with a sense of relief, paid the bill, pocketed the remaining cash, and vowed to be more cautious about his spending in this unfamiliar world.

Meanwhile, at the People's Hospital, Simran's father was wheeled out from the rescue room. Simran and her mother anxiously approached him.

"How is it, Doctor?" Simran inquired.

The doctor delivered both good and bad news, "Congratulations, his life is saved. However, don't celebrate just yet. The patient is in a very bad condition. His spine is severely damaged and may continue to deteriorate. Please be prepared for the follow-up treatment. If it deteriorates further, he'll need a full spine replacement."

Simran's mother couldn't hold back her tears. The doctor continued, "To replace the spine, you should prepare at least two million. Don't delay the treatment."

Simran felt overwhelmed by the cost. She could barely earn two and a half thousand a month, and she had already struggled to pay the initial one hundred thousand.

Simran held her mother's hand and said, "Mom, as long as Dad's life is saved, it's more important than anything else. We'll find a way. Besides, maybe Dad's spine won't deteriorate further. Let's hope for the best."

The mother and daughter hugged each other, knowing that expensive medical bills would be a heavy burden.

Back to Omi, who had finished his meal and was now leading his maids through the streets, they were growing increasingly reluctant to follow him.

Jean finally mustered the courage to say, "Young Master, please let us go back first."

"If you don't want your legs broken, go back," Omi retorted without turning back.

The maids decided not to argue further.

Curious about their financial situation, Omi asked, "By the way, how much money did I just rob from you guys?"

"About six hundred," John replied.

Omi sighed, "What if we spend it all? I don't want to eat simple meals anymore."

Jean couldn't help but mutter, "Knowing that you have no money, you still had the nerve to give away 100,000."

Omi snorted, "I'm not the type to ignore injustice when I see it on the road. Alright, what's the plan to make money?"

John suggested, "The only way is to find work, like working as a waitress in a hotel or KTV."

Omi inquired, "How much money can we make doing that?"

"Expect around three thousand," John replied.

Omi pondered for a moment, "Is three thousand a lot?"

John shrugged, "It's not much, but it's five times what we have now."