Chapter One: No One in the World Could Pay—Except Me

He took one bite before a young woman in a white coat rushed in from the rain. “Can anyone make a payment? The hospital needs insulin. The warehouse will release it only for immediate settlement.” She held up her medical ID. Seven children in emergency care would not last the night. She offered a written debt, even her car. Everyone looked away. Watches, houses, and million-yuan balances were now unverifiable stories. Lin Mo put down his chopsticks. “Where is the warehouse?” “The southern pharmaceutical depot. People are already taking over the stock. I don’t know what they’ll charge.” “Drive.” Old Qin caught his arm. “That isn’t a phone anymore. It’s a life. If people learn you can pay, they’ll take it.”