Chapter 1693: The person who gives hope (third update, please subscribe)
After the white Volkswagen drove into the hospital parking lot, the person in the car did not get off immediately.
After turning off the engine, Lin Caihan grinned at the rearview mirror, squeezed out a smile, and said to the mirror: "Xiaowan, how are you doing today?"
Smiling is even worse than crying.
Try again, smile, speak.
After repeated several adjustments, Lin Caihan picked up the bouquet beside him and got out of the car.
Lin Caihan sat on a chair beside the hospital bed, holding his wife's pale hand. The smell of disinfectant was pungent, but he was already used to it. His wife's hands were very cold, and he rubbed them gently, trying to transfer his warmth to her.
"Xiao Jie made progress this month exam," he said with a smile, but his voice was a little astringent.
"The teacher said that he has a good math talent and suggested that he go to the Mathematical Olympiad interest class."
My wife smiled weakly, with fine lines appearing at the corners of her eyes. She always did this. Even if she was lying on the hospital bed, she would still smile with relief when she heard the news about her child.
"Xiao Jie looks like you," the woman whispered, "I have been smart since I was a child."
Lin Caihan felt his throat tight. He remembered that his son was hiding in the room and cried secretly last week. When he was discovered, Xiaojie said with red eyes: "Dad, mom will get better, right?"
He could only hug his son tightly at that time and couldn't speak.
"Xiaoyu has been learning piano recently," he continued,
"The teacher said her fingers are very flexible and her musical feeling is good."
He said, his eyes falling on his wife's thin fingers. These hands used to be so agile, able to play the piano, cook delicious meals for the children, and pat his back gently in the middle of the night.
"It's so good..."
My wife closed her eyes, her voice getting lighter and lighter.
"When I can get out of bed, I must go and listen to Xiaoyu playing the piano..."
Lin Caihan's heart suddenly tightened. He remembered what the attending doctor said in the office just now: "Mr. Lin, there is no suitable organ for transplantation..." The doctor's voice was very calm, but it was like a knife, piercing into his heart.
"Although organ transplantation is mature, you know that due to traditional concepts, few people are willing to donate organs. So there are few donors, and even fewer suitable kidneys..."
"Xiaowan, you rest first,"
He whispered, tucking the corners of his wife's quilt,
"I'll wash some fruit for you."
Walking out of the ward, he staggered a little. The lights in the corridor were pale and dazzling, and the smell of disinfectant became stronger. He leaned against the wall, feeling his breathing became difficult. The pale face of his wife, the children's expectant eyes, and the doctor's helpless expressions kept flashing in his mind.
He took out his wallet and opened it, there was a photo inside. It was taken last year when the whole family went on vacation to the beach. My wife was wearing a floral dress and smiling so brightly. The sea breeze blew her long hair, and the sunlight jumped on her face. How healthy and beautiful she was at that time.
The family is so happy by the beach, but now?
"No..."
He clenched his phone tightly, his knuckles turned white, "There must be a way."
He remembered the scene when his wife first fell ill. That day she was cooking in the kitchen and suddenly fell down with her cover. He will always remember the fear of that moment, the whistle of the ambulance, and the long time he spent outside the operating room.
"No matter what the price..."
He murmured to himself, his eyes gradually becoming firmer, "I must save you..." At the end of the corridor, the nurse pushed the medicine truck by, and the wheels rubbed against the ground and made a harsh sound. Lin Caihan stood up straight and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He knew that he could not fall. For his wife and for his children, he must be strong.
He took a deep breath and walked towards the doctor's office. This time, he has to ask all possible treatment options and understand every detail of the organ transplant. Even if hope is slim, he will seize the last possibility.
Lin Caihan just walked to the door of the doctor's office, and a figure suddenly blocked in front of him.
"You must be Chief Lin, right?"
The other party's voice was a little uncertain.
Lin Caihan was stunned for a moment. No one has ever called him in the hospital, after all, no one here knows his job or who he is.
He looked up and saw a man in a suit and tie, with a polite and restrained smile on his face.
"You are..."
Lin Caihan frowned and searched for this face in his memory, as if he had never seen it before. "I am Wang Mingyuan. We have never met before, but I think I can give you some help." The man said, handing over a business card. "I heard that your lover is sick, and my job is to give some help." Lin Caihan took over the business card with the words "a multinational medical institution printed on it. His fingers shook slightly, and the gold-stitched font on his business card was shining cold under the lights in the corridor.
"Mr. Wang, you are..."
"Secretary Lin, I know your lover's situation."
Wang Mingyuan lowered his voice, "There is indeed no suitable organ donor in China now, but..."
He paused and said:
"Africa, none of this is a problem, you know, abroad is different from domestic, just like a pharmaceutical company conducts experiments abroad, in those places, these things are business in themselves."
This is his job, providing some solutions to the right people at the right time. These solutions do not have to be legal, but they can always solve some problems.
Of course, this job takes risks, but high risks mean high returns.
With a professional smile on her face, she looked at the client in front of her. Wang Mingyuan said again: "The same is true for organs."
Organs are business!
Although I was a little confused, Lin Caihan's heartbeat was accelerating when he heard the word "六心".
Because he knows that business means you can buy it with money. If you can buy it with money, you don’t need to queue up. "We have a cooperative private hospital in Jakarta, and we can have suitable donors at any time." Lin Caihan felt his heart beat suddenly accelerated. He stared at Wang Mingyuan's face, trying to see something from the other party's expression. There were people coming and going in the corridor, and the smell of disinfectant stimulated his nose, making him feel unreal.
"You mean..."
His voice was trembling, "Is there hope?"
"Yes, hope is the meaning of our work! Our job is to help people like Chief Lin and make hope come true."
Wang Mingyuan said in a tempting tone:
"If you want, I can help contact us. The medical conditions there are not worse than those in China, and the doctor is the best."
Lin Caihan's palm was already sweating. He remembered the way his wife said weakly that she wanted to listen to her daughter playing the piano. But. This is too sudden, it is too coincidental.
"Why..."
He spoke with difficulty,
"Why do you want to help me?"
Wang Mingyuan showed a meaningful smile: "Secretary Lin, as I said, turning people's hope into reality is our job. Of course, this requires you to pay a sum of money. After all, medical insurance is not available there."
It means it requires spending money!
Lin Caihan's temple was thundering. He knew that many things in this world had a price, and he also knew that such things were likely to be illegal.
But at this moment, all the rules became blurred, like a layer of frosted glass.
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His voice was a little dry.
"Of course,"
Wang Mingyuan handed over another document,
"This is the information of that hospital. You can check it out first. If you have any questions, please contact me any time."
Lin Caihan took the document and the paper felt cold. He looked at Wang Mingyuan's back as he turned around and left, and suddenly felt dizzy.
The lights in the corridor seemed to be getting more dazzling. He leaned against the wall, feeling that his back was soaked in cold sweat. In addition to the hospital introduction, there is also a detailed description of the organ transplant in the file bag.
His hands trembled and looked at the professional terms, each word hitting his heart like a heavy hammer. Is this hope?
Or another opportunity? He remembered the scene when his wife first fell ill, the expectant look, and the expectant look of the children.
At this moment, he made a choice.
Looking at the account balance on the passbook, although the deposit is as high as 10,000 yuan, Lin Caihan only felt a headache when he thought of that number.
50,000!
This astronomical figure is like a mountain pressing on his heart. He had sold his car and borrowed it from all relatives and friends, but it was still a big difference.
"What to do now?"
Just then the phone rang and Lin Caihan picked up the phone.
"Secretary Lin,"
Wang Mingyuan's voice was still polite,
"I have good news to tell you."
Lin Caihan's heartbeat and lowered his voice:
"What good news?"
"A gentleman has heard about your situation and is willing to bear all the costs."
"All?"
Lin Caihan felt dizzy, and he held the wall.
"Why? What are his conditions?"
The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds: "You only need to do a little favor." Lin Caihan's throat tightened. The sun outside the window was dazzling, but he felt chill all over. He knew that there was no free lunch in the world, especially at such times. "What's the busy thing?"
He heard his voice dry and not like his own.
"It's very simple,"
Wang Mingyuan's voice was still calm. "Do you still remember the introduction project of the Crown Club? You only need to help sign a few documents and approve it."
Lin Caihan's hand clenched tightly. Of course he remembered this. "That doesn't fit..." His voice trembled, but he couldn't continue.
Wang Mingyuan said lightly, "It will not affect you. You also know that this kind of work visa is normal!" Lin Caihan closed his eyes. He thought of his wife's pale face in the ward and the children's expectant eyes. He knew that if he missed this opportunity, there might be no hope.
But
"I need to think about it," he said.
"Of course,"
Wang Mingyuan's voice was still gentle, "But be as soon as possible. Your wife's situation..."
Lin Caihan hung up the phone, feeling that his back was soaked in cold sweat. He stood in front of the window and looked at the pedestrians passing by downstairs. The sun is shining, but he feels like falling into an ice cellar.
He knew that work visa was very sensitive and knew what possible consequences would be after signing the agreement. But... he thought of his wife, who was still waiting for him.
Thinking of the children, they were all looking forward to their mother coming home, and the glittering expectation in their wife's eyes.
Lin Caihan took a deep breath. At this moment, he understood what he should say.
Double minutes later, Lin Caihan made another call at the public telephone booth.
"I promise."
He said, his voice hoarse,
"But I have to wait until the operation is completed before it can be done."
"Of course,"
Wang Mingyuan's voice was smiling, "I'll make arrangements right away. Chief Lin, you made a wise decision."
Hang the phone, Lin Caihan felt his legs weak. He knew what impact he had to do would have on himself. But for his wife and for this family, he had no choice.
Just like that, standing in the phone booth, Lin Caihan took out a cigarette with his trembling hands, lit it several times before lit it. Finally, after finally nodding, he murmured to himself: "This is for my home."
(The end of this chapter)