Chapter 28 One train can’t go to two places
At this time, Wan Xianghui, an old man in his sixties, was taking a train from Sichuan Province to Shanghai.
The old man doesn't know how to fly, and there aren't that many people. He doesn't know how to take the high-speed rail. He only knows how to take the trains he has taken before.
An old army green bag, bulging across the body, was placed on his chest, tightly protected by him.
Looking at the passing scenes outside the window, the old man's cloudy and bloodshot eyes were full of confusion and confusion.
The old man was illiterate. By the time he got off the train, asked questions on the way, and came to the Third People's Hospital of Shanghai, it was already more than ten hours after the nurse called him.
"Are you Wan Ping's father? Why did you come here? It's been more than ten hours." The nurse had been waiting for Wan Ping's father to come. Unexpectedly, the wait lasted for more than ten hours, and the nurse couldn't help but feel angry. .
Does this mean you don’t regard Wanping as your son? My son was in a car accident and he came so late.
The sixty-year-old man was scolded by the nurse and did not dare to refute. He lowered his head like a confused child.
He only dared to ask in a low voice, "So, how is my Wanping family doing now?" The old man's voice was trembling, afraid of hearing the answer that frightened him.
"Fortunately, Wanping was transferred to Kangning Hospital by kindhearted people..."
The head nurse told him about another kind person who transferred Wanping to another hospital and gave him free treatment, and how great Kangning Hospital was.
"If you want to find Wanping, you have to go to Kangning Hospital."
The old man thanked the nurse and arrived at Kangning Hospital again covered in travel.
When he arrived, Wan Ping had just come out from surgery and was still awake.
What Wan Xianghui didn't expect was that his eldest son was also taken to Kangning Hospital for treatment, and now the two brothers are in the same ward.
Hearing the doctor talk about the danger when his two sons were delivered, Wan Xianghui couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.
In fact, after Wan Xianghui heard that his youngest son Wan Ping had a car accident, he wanted to rush over immediately.
But, if he only dares to come, what's the use?
The nurse said that Wanping needed surgery, so he needed money.
The bag seemed to be full of money, but in fact it only contained tens of thousands of dollars. He borrowed it as soon as he hung up the phone.
Previously, my eldest son had uremia, so he had already borrowed a lot of money from relatives and friends. Unless he had no other choice, the old man would never be able to borrow money again.
However, my younger son had a car accident and was waiting for money to save his life.
When the nurse talked about the situation of his youngest son's car accident, the old man's cloudy eyes shed tears. He didn't understand something.
My wife died of uremia, but I didn't expect that starting this year, my eldest son would also suffer from uremia.
Not to mention a kidney transplant, the expensive dialysis alone consumed all the family's few savings, and also borrowed a lot of money from relatives and friends.
He is old and unable to work outside, so he can only take care of his eldest son.
The task of making money fell on the younger son Wan Ping.
Why does Wanping work so hard to deliver food, delivering more than a hundred orders a day, all to earn money to treat his brother's illness?
At this moment, Wan Ping, who had just woken up from the operation, saw his father, his eyes brightened slightly, and unable to move, he motioned to his father to get his wallet.
Wan Xianghui opened his wallet and found several thousand dollars in it, which Wan Ping earned from delivering food this month.
Yesterday, from the phone call with his father, he vaguely heard that his brother needed money for treatment, so he planned to transfer the money to his father's bank card for his brother's treatment.
Unexpectedly, I would have a car accident first.
When I woke up at this time, I was still thinking about it.
Wan Xianghui squeezed his wallet tightly and shed tears, "No, no, no, our family has met a kind person..."
When Wan Xianghui asked about it, the head protector had already mentioned the kind person named Liu Qingtan.
At this time, the old man was telling his two sons.
The kind man kept a full 3 million to treat his two sons, and he was the top doctor at Kangning Hospital. The three members of Wan's family couldn't help but think: What virtues and abilities are they?
None of them knew the kind man named Liu Qingtan, so how could he be willing to help them.
3 million, what a huge amount of money that is.
"That Mr. Liu said it was because you once saved him." When the old man was confused, the head nurse replied.
However, the head nurse felt depressed. Why did Miss Song Zhining ask her to answer like this? Not only did she change her name, she also changed her gender.
However, she would answer whatever Miss Song ordered.
Save people? Wan Xianghui seemed to remember something in his memory.
Wan Xianghui is a helpful person. In the past sixty years, he has saved many people. Many times he left after saving people. He saves people without expecting anything in return.
So I don’t know the name of the rescued person or his background.
The old man did not expect that the blessing he once saved would now fall on his two sons.
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So, good people are rewarded, right?
This was definitely the answer in his mind.
That night, the doctor came and told about Wanping and Wankang's condition.
Both of them were in critical condition when they were brought here. It can be said that if they had been sent later, they would probably be gone.
Now they are alive because the doctor and the King of Hell robbed them.
Wanping's internal injuries were very serious. Fortunately, he had an operation at the last stage, which saved his life. The next step was to take a good rest. It was only the experienced surgeons at Corning Hospital who brought Wanping back from the edge of death.
As for Wankang, Kangning Hospital has temporarily recovered after the rescue operation. After their contact and matching, someone donated a kidney that matched Wankang, and the operation can be performed only when the time is right.
In other words, Wankang can survive as long as he recovers well.
"Thank you doctor, thank you doctor."
"You're welcome. If you want to thank, just thank the people who helped you."
The three fathers and sons of the Wan family have the name Liu Qingtan engraved in their hearts.
At the Dong'an District Police Station in Shanghai, Liu Qingtan, who was interrogating a prisoner, sneezed, rubbed his nose, looked at the prisoner in front of him, and his face turned cold.
That night, Wan Xianghui had a dream.
In his dream, because his eldest son Wankang's health deteriorated and he was in urgent need of surgery, he had to shamelessly return to his hometown to borrow money again.
Not long after he returned to his hometown, he received a call from a nurse at Hucheng Hospital, saying that his youngest son Wanping had a car accident and needed money for surgery.
He went door to door to raise money, but was in trouble while taking the train.
One train can't go to two places. Both sons' lives are hanging by a thread and they need life-saving money.
The money he raised was not even enough to pay for his son's treatment.
No one knows how entangled and struggling Wan Xianghui was at that time. Finally, he got on the train to Shanghai.
But when he arrived at Hucheng Hospital, what he got was the news that his youngest son had closed his eyes a few minutes ago.
When he donated his youngest son's corneas in accordance with his last wish, he received news that his eldest son Wan Kang had also passed away in the Eighth Affiliated Hospital of Sichuan Province.
A train cannot go to two places, a sum of money cannot save the lives of his two sons, and Wan Xianghui is destined not to see his two sons for the last time.
Awakening from his dream, he looked at his two sons sleeping peacefully in the ward and murmured the name Liu Qingtan. The old man's tears fell silently that night, but he felt infinite gratitude in his heart.
(End of chapter)