After My Best Friend Contracted Uremia

Not long after they left, I saw the crowdfunding campaign they posted on Moments.

"Please, please help me! I am in the late stage of uremia. If I don't have money, I will really leave this world"

"I'm only twenty-five years old, just got married, and I don't want to die!"

There were also photos of Wendy lying on the hospital bed.

By the time I click the link, it showed that people had donated 6 thousand dollars in total!

Everyone was hoping for her recovery!

When I saw another friend who was already tight on money wanting to donate to her, I quickly commented below. "Where is your diagnosis certificate? Hurry up and show it to us!"

This time, the two of them were prepared and immediately posted a diagnosis report.

"Queenie, I don't know why you would think of me like this after so many years of friendship!"

"Not only did you not lend me money, but you also cursed me to die and said that my diagnosis record was forged! I wish it was forged! Then I wouldn't have to suffer through chemotherapy!"

She openly blamed me, and even my friends called me to inquire.

I didn't care. I just contacted my relative in the hospital and sent the medical certificate to her to authenticate its authenticity.

After that, I leisurely replied to Wendy.

"How could I not believe you? Tell me which hospital you are in. I will bring the money to see you right now!"

I guess Wendy was overjoyed when she saw my message and quickly called me.

"Queenie, I know you won't just watch me die!"

"I am currently holding a class reunion, and all of our classmates are here. They insist on donating money to me, and I can only treat them to a meal for now!"

"Queenie, they already lent me 100 thousand, but it's still not enough. It would be best if you bring 140 thousand over. This way, it proves that you are my best friend and can also settle my hospital expenses at once, so I won't bother you in the future!"

Wendy was particularly excited on the phone, as if she already had my 140,000 dollars.

I promised readily and found a bag to pour all the money into it.

Then I drove all the way to the restaurant.

From a distance, I saw Wendy standing at the door with her classmates, tiptoeing and looking at me eagerly.

I stopped the car and she immediately came forward and hugged my hand.

"Queenie, I know you are tough on the outside but soft on the inside. You're the best!"

I smiled and calmly pushed away her hand, pointing to the trunk.

Wendy was stunned for a moment, then pleasantly surprised, saying, "Oh! I know you're good to me, but there's no need to give me cash! It's troublesome for you..."

I snorted and opened the trunk.

Wendy looked at it and her eyes lit up instantly.

She immediately pounced on the bag, but then she remembered her image as a seriously ill person and said she couldn't lift it.

I smirked and gestured for me to do it.

So I took out the brazier and threw it on the ground in front of many classmates and her eager gaze.

Then I took out the money- from the bag and lit the lighter.

"You want money, right? I'll give it to you now!"

"Are you satisfied, or do you want more? If you want more, I'll burn some more for you!"