"Resurrection, this is the location of your brother's tumor."
Dr. Chen, who is nearly 50 years old, pointed to the latest film and said in a serious tone: "Compared to before, the tumor is larger and starting to compress the intestines and stomach. My suggestion is to perform surgery as soon as possible, otherwise he will be in great pain."
"You have seen many similar patients here. I think... I don't need to tell you how painful it will be."
These words are very direct, but they contain Dr. Chen’s many years of experience.
The fact is the fact, no matter how coy it is, it is useless. Telling the patient's family directly is the best way.
Yu Fusheng looked at the small shadow on the film, his upper and lower lips seemed to be stuck together, and he said hoarsely:
"Surgery, how much does it cost?"
"One hundred thousand.
"One hundred thousand is just for the front surgery, the cost of post-operative treatment should also keep up!"
Doctor Chen looked at Yu Fusheng, who was in a state of embarrassment, and couldn't bear it in his eyes. He turned around and poured him a glass of hot water:
"Drink a glass of water, don't catch a cold."
"Thank you Dr. Chen."
Yu Fusheng raised his head and drank the hot water in one sip. What hit his stomach was not heat or cold, but numbness.
Helpless numbness to reality.
"Money, I will find a way." Yu Fusheng gently put the water glass on the table and said with a forced smile: "If Dr. Chen has nothing else to do, I will go back and see my brother first."
"good."
The door is closed.
In an instant, the pungent smell of medicine and the lingering smell of urine in the corridor suddenly flooded into the nasal cavity. When he looked up, he saw a striking white hospital bed. Yu Fusheng looked at himself and walked to the toilet.
…
…
Muffled crying came from the stall in the corner of the toilet.
Wow...
Yu Fusheng turned on the faucet, picked up a handful of water and hit it hard on his face, again and again, and later put his head under the water valve to let the cold water wash over his head.
The sound of running water in my ears brought a moment of peace to my wandering heart.
After a long time, he raised his head again.
The mirror reflected a face with red eyes and a pale and haggard face.
One hundred thousand!
For Yu Fusheng, it was an astronomical figure. Where could he get 100,000 yuan in a short while?
Not to mention the subsequent treatment costs, this floor was full of cancer patients, and he knew very well that he would need at least 100,000 yuan to pay for it, otherwise it would be useless work.
In other words, he needs two hundred thousand!
After thinking this, Yu Fusheng put his hands on the bathing table and bowed his head deeply.
But he didn't notice that a middle-aged man with white hair hurriedly rushed in and went straight to the cubicle without saying anything.
steal?
robbery?
Various movie clips pass through my mind like a quick glance.
'Let's think of another way.'
Yu Fusheng sighed exhaustedly, then straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, wiped the water droplets on his face with his sleeves, and prepared to leave from the toilet.
"The money, the money has really arrived in the account!"
Suddenly, a shout of surprise sounded behind him.
The middle-aged man suddenly rushed out of the cubicle. Yu Fusheng turned around and saw that he was an acquaintance. Seeing his ecstatic expression, he asked with some surprise: "Uncle Hua, what's wrong with you?"
Uncle Hua's son also suffered from tumors, and his hospital bed was next to his younger brother Yu You.
Perhaps because they were in the same situation, he had a relatively good relationship with Uncle Hua.
"Ah, it's resurrection."
Although he tried desperately to suppress the smile on his face, Uncle Hua still spoke with strong joy, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I just have something happy to do."
Immediately after he saw Yu Fusheng's appearance, he felt a sudden realization in his heart and asked:
"Is it Xiaoyou..."
"Um."
Yu Fusheng nodded slightly, and the corners of his lips curved into a wry smile:
"The tumor has spread and requires immediate surgery."
"It's spread."
Of course Uncle Hua understood what this meant, but seeing the hurt and helpless expression on Fu Xing's face, he clenched his palms together nervously and hesitated to speak.
Yu Fusheng couldn't notice Uncle Hua's tangled heart at this moment, and said bluntly:
"Uncle, I'm going back to see my brother first."
Unexpectedly, not long after he walked out, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone. He turned around in surprise and saw Uncle Hua saying seriously: "Fusheng, I have something very important to tell you. I can save your brother!"
After hearing the last five words, Yu Fusheng nodded without hesitation.
"Go to the safe passage."
…
…
In the silent corridor.
Uncle Hua went up and down the stairs to check, and after making sure no one was there, he returned to Yu Fusheng.
"Uncle Hua, what are you trying to tell me?"
Yu Fusheng was a little anxious.
After hearing those words, Uncle Hua seemed to be his life-saving straw.
But at this time, Uncle Hua frowned and said nothing. Instead, he took out the crumpled cigarette case from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, and took a puff with all his strength.
"Uncle Hua!"
"for you."
Uncle Hua took out a black card from the cigarette case and handed it to Yu Fusheng.
"This is?"
Yu Fusheng lowered his head and looked at it.
Pawnshop No. 4 is located at No. 4, Huaiyang Road, Binhai City, and its contact number is 136xxxxxxxx.
"Sell things for money."
Uncle Hua was breathing thick fog from his mouth and nose. He lowered his head and couldn't see clearly the expression on his face. He just raised his hand to gesture to his body.
"Sell……"
The subtext expressed by this gesture was so obvious that Yu Fusheng opened his mouth in surprise.
Selling organs for money!?
At this time, he suddenly remembered the scene in the toilet.
The original sentence: The money really arrived in the account.
do you mean this!
"If you really need some money, you can call and try." Uncle Hua smoked another cigarette. He was only forty years old, but now he looked at least fifty or sixty years old.
Briefly speechless.
"Thank you, Uncle Hua."
Yu Fusheng solemnly put away the card and bowed deeply: "I'm going back first."
"Resurrection.
"If you really go, I hope you won't blame me in the future."
A tired voice came from behind.
Yu Fusheng held the door handle for a moment, opened the door forcefully and left.
In the corridor.
Uncle Hua collapsed on the ground, raised the unburned cigarette in his hand, put it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed hard. But there was no change on his face, only a lonely look.
After a while, he also left here.
…
…
Yu Fusheng wiped off the dust on his trousers and opened the door to the ward with a smile. He immediately saw Yu You on the bed in the corner. He walked over and saw his younger brother holding a book and reading. He smiled and said:
"What are you looking at? So serious."
"Brother, you are here!"
Yu You was just eighteen this year. Due to chemotherapy, all his hair was shaved off, and his face was even paler than Yu Fusheng’s. But when he saw the scars on Yu Fusheng’s face, he couldn’t help but excitedly said: “Brother, what’s wrong with your face!
"
"Don't be excited, don't be excited."
Yu Fusheng helped him adjust the height of the pillow and said nonchalantly: "Isn't it raining today? I didn't pay attention when I went downstairs and accidentally fell into a puddle and lost some skin."
Immediately, he scolded him with a straight face: "Look at you, you are whistling, don't you know that you are not in good health?"
"I know, brother."
Yu You shrank his head, looking submissive.
"You boy."
Yu Fusheng smiled and took the book from his hand, his expression suddenly became a little unnatural.
"Some classmates came to see me just now and brought me notes and textbooks."
Seeing this, Yu You scratched his face and whispered: "It's not like there are still thirty days before the college entrance examination."
Only then did Yu Fusheng finally wake up.
Yes, if Yu You had not been diagnosed with cancer, he should be studying in class to prepare for the war.
He was eighteen years old,
Someone else who is eighteen years old.
Yu Fusheng lowered his head and gritted his teeth, quietly pinching the corners of the book.