Chapter 249: Determination (asking for monthly ticket) As the sky was just getting light, Lumian opened his eyes to the sound of the bells from St. Robert's Church. That night, he slept at the Golden Rooster Hotel. He raised his right palm, touched his head, and found that his thick hair had returned. Lumian immediately got out of bed and looked into the full-length mirror in the room. He saw himself, who looked both familiar and a little strange. That was when he was still in Koldu Village, and his hair had not yet been dyed blond. In the early morning light, he smiled to himself, feeling much better than he had in a while. At least, at least he doesn't fail in everything, and he has no problem killing and taking revenge. After having breakfast bought from a street vendor, Lumian was about to go to the Observatory District or the Memorial Hall District to find a barber shop to dye his hair blond again when he heard a burst of hurried footsteps coming from far away. Just when he thought the other party would kick the door open, there was a knock on the door.

The person who came was Franca. She rarely got up so early, and just as she was about to say something, she saw Lumian's pure black hair. "You dyed it back?" she asked in surprise. "I guess so." Lumian watched Franca walk into room 207 and close the door. Franca stopped dwelling on this question and said viciously: "Did you kill Hugues Artois's assistant secretary? "You were so eager to be promoted to 'arsonist' last night?" Lumian stood up and smiled. "Yes." Franca didn't expect him to admit it so readily, and was speechless for a moment. After a few seconds, she hissed and said: "You little brat, you little brat, you promised me that I would be patient, but you rushed straight in. You really don't want to save your hatred until tomorrow, right? "If you keep on being like this, I doubt you'll survive this year, no, this month!" Lumian explained briefly: "I actually didn't think about killing that guy named Tibor last night. I just planned to wait for him and collect more intelligence to prepare for asking you to deal with him later. But the opportunity suddenly appeared, and it was very good. I couldn't convince myself to give up. "Well, I have made preparations in all aspects, including anti-divination and anti-tracking." Franka let out a sigh of relief and asked curiously: "Is that guy very weak? It seemed so easy for you to defeat him?" "His main ability is to spread disease through contact, which happens to be restrained by the 'Arsonist'. If it weren't for the anti-divination and anti-psychic, I could kill him within ten seconds." Lumian recalled. Franka sighed: "You are really lucky. Have you ever thought about the possibility that your target is very powerful?" "My initial judgment is that he won't be very powerful. If he exceeds a certain limit, I will just use my knife." Lumian asked, "Why did you get up so early?" "I was woken up by Gardner!" Franca gnashed her teeth. "He asked me to mobilize you leaders to find the person who killed Assistant Secretary Hugh Artois. As soon as I heard the details, I felt that it was you! I just told you to adjust your condition and mix the potion last night, but you turned around and drank the Arsonist."

Lumian said sincerely: "I feel that my current state is particularly suitable for promotion to 'Arsonist', so I quickly prepared the potion. "Will the boss doubt me?" "Not yet." Franca shook her head. "Except for you, no one could have thought that you would take the potion last night. Moreover, you were very smart to put the blame on the Aurora Society. Well, in Gardner's mind, you obviously lacked the necessary motive." At this point, Franca glanced at Lumian's head: "Come on, I'll dye it back to your previous color. Try not to change it at a time like this, or else people will get suspicious." "Okay." Lumian was happy to save some money. ………… The ward was much busier in the morning than at night. Some people were carried away crying, some were carried back home by their relatives, and some insisted on leaving the hospital despite the crying. Jenna and Elodie, who woke up again, remained silent in the face of these scenes, because they knew exactly what was going on: Not everyone is willing to take on huge debts to pay for the treatment of their loved ones, and not everyone wants to plunge their family into the abyss because of themselves. Sometimes the patient gives up but the family members insist; sometimes the family members give up and the patient has no choice but to accept his fate; sometimes the patient and the family members leave the ward at the same time without saying a word, and when they look at each other, they can't hold back their tears and cry or shout. When the ward regained some quietness, Elodie, who had barely sat up, asked in a low voice: "How long will I need to be treated here?" Janna thought about it and decided to tell her mother the truth. After all, it couldn't be concealed. The doctor would reveal something more or less during rounds, treatment or further examinations. And if Elodie stayed for a few more days, she would be able to judge the truth based on her physical condition and the fact that she had not been discharged from the hospital. Janna organized her words and said: "The doctor said you have to stay here for several months, or even half a year. Your external injuries are not serious, but your body is badly damaged. If you don't recover completely, your condition may worsen." Before Elodie could react, she smiled: "I've already got the money for treatment. I borrowed it from Franca. She doesn't need such a small amount of money. She promised Julian and I to pay it back in two to three years. By then, Dad's accident compensation will surely have come in, and there may be hope for yours as well." Elodie looked dazed for a moment, and after several seconds she said: "Why does it take so long..." "With such a huge explosion and chemical gases, it's good to be alive." Janna asked, "What exactly happened at that time?" Elodie thought for a while and answered with a slightly tired look: “I don’t know, the explosion happened immediately and I passed out. "I think it started from the area around the big metal tanks. Alas, many of the factory's facilities are old and often break down and need repair, but the boss is unwilling to pay for replacements. Alas..." After chatting for a while, Jenna saw that her mother was a little exhausted, so she asked her to rest for a while and went to the bathroom at the end of the corridor. After seeing her walk out of the ward, Elodie struggled to get out of bed, unplugged the infusion bottle, held onto the wall, and walked breathlessly to the ward diagonally opposite - where doctors and nurses were checking the injured one by one. Elodie found the doctor, reported her ward and bed number, and asked: "How many months will I have to undergo treatment?" The doctor flipped through the records and said: "The test results haven't come out yet. It's currently expected to take five to seven months." "How much does the treatment cost every month?" Elodie asked. The doctor said carefully: "It depends on the test results. If the condition is good, it will be about two to three hundred Felgin per week. In the later stages, it will be even less. But if the condition is not good, it will be four to five hundred Felgin per week. After that, even if you leave the hospital, you must pay attention to rest and must not overwork yourself." Elodie was speechless and was helped back to the ward by the nurse, where the needle was reinserted.

It was almost noon when Julian, who had come specially to check on his mother, walked into the ward. After chatting with him for a few words, Jana said: "I'll go to the hospital's attached restaurant to buy you some food." After saying that, she walked briskly out of the ward and down the stairs. After Lumian's repeated teachings, she truly realized that she was an extraordinary person, different from ordinary people. As long as she was willing to take certain risks, there were many ways to make money. Therefore, the medical expenses and huge debts are nothing. It is worth being happy and praising the sun if my mother can be saved! In the ward, Elodie looked at Julian who was sitting next to her, and asked with a gentle look and expression: "You're almost 23, right?" "Yes." Julian smiled, "I have long been a worker who can support a family, but in your eyes, I am still a child who has not yet grown up." Elodie smiled and said: "That's because my standard for true adulthood is different from others. I've always believed that only when you have mastered a skill that can make money sustainably can you be considered an adult. You still have one year left, and Chelia still has one and a half years left. "You have suffered so much in the past few years." "You're the one who's working hard," Julian said with emotion. "Before I could really help you, you had a whole year working three jobs every day, leaving home at six in the morning and not returning home until twelve at night." At this point, he blurted out in agitation: "We will definitely heal you!" Elodie laughed happily and stroked her flaxen hair: “What a pity, my wig is gone. "And your sister, she lied to us before and said that the theater needed her, and dyed her hair brown so that she wouldn't be recognized when she went to the dance hall to sing. There's really nothing we can do about her. "Hey, I really don't want you to get into more debt. That will waste several years of your life. By then, you won't be young anymore..." Julian quickly comforted his mother, saying that he had made great progress in learning locksmithing skills and would definitely get a salary increase next year. After talking for a few minutes, Elodie covered her chest and said to Julian: "I feel a little uncomfortable, please help me find a doctor." "Yeah." Julian stood up suddenly and rushed outside. Elodie immediately pulled out the infusion needle, held onto another bed, and staggered but firmly to the window of the ward. The first floor of the Holy Palace Hospital. Janna came out of the attached restaurant carrying a wooden lunch box and walked towards the stairs. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure falling from a height outside the hall with a bang. Janet felt an inexplicable panic in her heart, and she didn't know what she was worried about. She turned around, rushed out of the hall, came to the person who jumped from the building, and squeezed through the crowd surrounding the scene. The next second, she saw the bloody liquid flowing and the kind face with fine wrinkles. With a bang, the lunch box in her hand fell to the ground, and her eyes became dazed and empty, reflecting the dazzling bright red.

The deceased was her mother, Elodie. The person who jumped to her death was her mother, Elodie. PS: Please vote for me. (End of this chapter)