"Mr. Yan, I'm willing to take the risk!"
Yan Feifan arrived at Pan Lirong's hospital room. Hearing him state his position so directly, he was pleased, yet also a little puzzled.
"Mr. Pan, have you really made up your mind?"
Pan Lirong, propped up in his hospital bed, nodded and said, "I've made up my mind. I won't change it."
He then slowly explained, "I'm a man who believes in fate."
"Our first meeting was quite dramatic."
"Your sister was driving you, and she nearly sent me and Mr. Yue flying."
"The second time we met, my condition was rapidly worsening and I was losing hope. That's when you brought me a new sense of it."
"Now that I think about it carefully..."
Pan Lirong recalled the events, raised an eyebrow, and said, "It's as if heaven itself specifically sent you to me!"
He chuckled and said, "I once heard a joke."
"It's about a very devout man who believed in God."
