Chapter 212 I will always climb to the highest
Beep beep, the phone hung up.
The old woman walked slowly to the bedroom and pulled out a photo album from under the box. Her shriveled fingers full of traces of time gently flipped through the items in the box, and finally found a photo album in the box. Stopped in front of the old photo album.
On the title page of the album, a young couple and a baby in their arms come into view.
The old woman was stunned for a while. After a while, she recovered her thoughts, gently put down the album, and then took out a thin house book from the bottom of the album.
She did not open the house book, but took it, walked to the living room with trembling steps, and put it into a cloth grocery shopping bag on the entrance table.
After thinking about it, she slapped her head hard again, wandered back to the house, rummaged through another passbook, and stuffed it into her bag.
She sat at home for a while, staring blankly at the clock on the wall.
The second hand beats one by one, making a regular ticking sound.
It wasn't until the wall clock chimed the hour that she slowly stood up, carrying her handbag, and as usual, at this fixed time, she pushed the door open and stepped out of the house.
She walked slowly but steadily, and first went to the bank to handle some business.
The woman at the counter had exquisite makeup and was even prettier than the photos of her when she was young. She thought: "It would be great if my son could marry such a beautiful wife."
At the counter The delicate woman looked at the old woman who spoke slowly, a flash of impatience flashed in her eyes, and she explained in a cold voice. Shi Dao:
"Your house is already very old. It cannot be mortgaged according to the current market price. It must be depreciated before it can be mortgaged."
As the exquisite woman spoke, He tapped quickly on the calculator with his long fingers, and then turned the displayed numbers to the old man.
The old woman leaned her face closer, her wrinkles and cloudy eyes almost touching the polished glass: "Is that all?"
There was a hint of disgust in the teller's eyes. Replied:
“Auntie, it’s all like this, no matter what Whether it’s a house or something else, it’s not worth much once you get older, so do you still have to pay for the mortgage?”
“Yes, it’s worthless when you get older.” The old woman sighed. With a sound, the house book was slowly pushed into the glass through the narrow gap.
The exquisite woman completed this business that was very profitable for her. With a satisfied smile on her face, she asked: "After the mortgage is successful, which account will the money be transferred to?"< br>
The old woman picked up the pen, wrote a series of numbers and names on the paper, and said with a smile: "Wang Cong, my son's name is Wang Cong. He works as a guard in the prison, so he transferred the money to my son's account."< br>
The teller didn’t understand at all why the old woman was introducing his son to him. Who cares about his son’s job? Are ordinary prison guards worthy of being proud?
Inexplicable!
She just typed on the keyboard mechanically and entered the string of numbers and names into the system. She routinely asked the old woman to sign and press her fingerprints, completing all the procedures.
The old woman left the bank empty-handed. The delicate woman waved her hand, and the young security guard walked over and swept the handbag left on the counter into the trash can.
The old woman walked slower, but still walked steadily.
She came to the hospital, walked through the crowded corridors, and entered the lifeless ward.
In the ward, four patients were lying quietly on their own beds, with tubes inserted into their bodies. Their eyes were closed tightly and they slept quietly, seeming incompatible with the noisy world outside.
She slowly walked to the innermost hospital bed and sat gently on the corner of the bed. Her hand gently held the same withered and shriveled hand under the quilt.
She didn't speak, she just sat quietly, immersed in her own thoughts. Until a certain moment, she reluctantly let go of her hand and walked slowly to the head of the bed.
Her hand trembled slightly as she pinched the tube inserted into the man's nostril and murmured:
"I know you don't blame me. We can't hold back our son. He will definitely have a future. ”
Her hands were trembling, but she pulled out the tube very steadily, her voice was hoarse but she seemed to be speaking to her beloved. Words of love:
"Don't be afraid, I will accompany you wherever you go. My son said that he will buy a tomb in the future and bury us together." Let go of the tube, the old man The woman sat back on the end of the bed again, holding the man's calm hand tightly with one hand, and took out a handful of white pills from her pocket with the other hand, slowly put it into her mouth, and swallowed it slowly.
Ten minutes later.
Two belated nurses pushed the door open and came in.
The young nurse couldn't help covering her mouth and hurried to the bedside, but the older nurse had a calm face, as if she was used to such scenes.
The young nurse asked: "They are all dead, what should we do?"
The older nurse replied calmly: "First check whether there is any balance in the patient's account."
The young nurse nodded, operated the tablet in her hand, and replied: "There is still some money in the account, which should be enough to last until the end of the month."
The older nurse said softly "Oh" Then she walked to the bedside and gently reinserted the previously pulled out tube into the man's nostril. There was a trace of compassion in her voice:
"Since he has money, let him keep the bed. Remember, our hospital does not take advantage of the dead."
The young nurse looked at the older nurse with reverence, and then turned his attention to the lying patient. The old woman on the bed asked worriedly:
“But, there is only one bed, what should she do?”
The elderly nurse thought for a moment and then said:
"Send her to the morgue first and leave her there for 24 hours. Then notify the family members to pick up the body as soon as possible. If it exceeds the time, let the incineration plant come. Process it. The fee can be deducted from her husband's bed fee."
While speaking, the elderly nurse bent down and held the two wrinkled palms tightly under the quilt. Pull away.
Inside the prison.
The time slowly turned to the afternoon.
In the corridor, Wang Cong answered the call from his "mother", but strangely, a strange and young woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hey, are you the son of Wang Ping'an and Liu Xiujuan? This is the Fourth Hospital. I'm sorry to inform you that your parents passed away this afternoon..."
Wang Cong's His ears seemed to be swallowed by the sudden silence, and he could not hear a single sound from the phone.
He was leaning against the corridor like a sculpture. His eyes were empty and lifeless, and the bloodshot eyes seemed to be frozen in cold red.
“Hey, hey, are you listening?”
"Please come to the hospital within 24 hours to collect your mother's body. Otherwise, our hospital will have to follow the regulations..."
Wang Cong came to his senses with horror and said anxiously into the phone: "I will be here tomorrow." I can't leave for two days, can you..."
"I'm sorry, sir, the hospital has According to regulations, most of the beds in the morgue have been reserved by other patients' families. It is our hospital's humanitarian concern to be able to free up one to keep your mother for 24 hours. Therefore, please cooperate with the hospital's work. "< br>
Beep beep...
The phone was hung up and turned into a blind tone.
Feng Mu stood not far away, and his ears caught the voice on the phone. He looked at the lost Wang Cong, his eyes slightly narrowed into slits.
"What happened? You look very bad." Feng Mu walked over and asked with concern.
Wang Cong held the phone tightly, stuffed it back into his pocket, and took a few deep breaths. The whites of his eyes were almost gone and they were frighteningly red.
He looked at Feng Mu and said in a hoarse voice:
"It's okay, I just thought it through. There is no way out in my life, and I will never be afraid of anyone or anything. . I will not have any hesitation or entanglement anymore. I must, must, absolutely climb up at all costs, keep climbing, keep climbing, until I reach the top of this prison."
(End of this chapter)