Looking at Du Xiaoyin who was bleeding profusely, Zhao Bin didn't expect her to be so strong.
Had to withdraw.
Du Xiaoyin closed the door, hugged his shoulders tightly, and finally started crying.
…
Home is as peaceful as ever.
Perhaps...this is the most important feeling of warmth between husband and wife!
Zhang Haidong once thought this was very boring...
I almost lost this sense of warmth...
Now, he cherishes it extremely.
After taking a rest, he turned around and whispered in Du Jing's ear: "Wife, don't worry, all the debts will be paid off before the end of this year. By this time next year, our family will move into a new house.
Go inside, buy a big one, buy a well-decorated one that you can move in with, okay?”
"good!"
Du Jing kissed her sweetly.
Just when the two of them were getting tired of each other, Zhang Haidong's cell phone rang: "Hey, Shan'er, what's wrong?"
"Brother Dong, Yingying's mother is dying. Now Yingying has spent a lot of money on raising the baby and being in the hospital.
I’m not very good here this year, can you lend it to me..."
"so serious!"
Zhang Haidong has been busy these days and has not contacted Liu Shan. It seems that he and Huang Wenying have successfully prepared for pregnancy.
"Yes, so, Brother Dong..."
"Wait for me, Shan'er."
Zhang Haidong lowered his head and asked softly: "Does the family have any spare money?"
"Of course I do! You have to keep some money around, just in case anything happens. I'm afraid that if something happens to your family, you'll have to go around asking for help."
Du Jing said softly.
Everything has been thought of!
"There are many?"
Zhang Haidong finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Otherwise, we can only ask Wu Yao to borrow some first.
"There are still 30,000 yuan. This is not like you getting back 50,000 yuan. I will pay back what is due slowly and keep the 30,000 yuan at home as a spare."
"Okay, got it, wifey."
Zhang Haidong kissed her excitedly.
"Shan'er, is thirty thousand enough?"
"That's enough, Brother Dong! Thank you so much!"
"Don't say that. When I was in trouble, didn't you lend me one hundred thousand yuan? We are brothers for life. Wherever you are, I will go and see you. If the money is not enough, I will find a way."
Zhang Haidong said.
"Okay, at Jinmen First People's Hospital."
Liu Shan swallowed even harder and said.
"Is the old man dying?"
Du Jing asked.
"Yes. Cirrhosis and ascites turned into cancer.
This thing is deteriorating too fast and can't stand it anymore.
I know it's a money machine, a deep bottomless pit."
Zhang Haidong said.
Du Jing got out of bed, opened the cabinet, and took out the money inside: "Bring it all over. Tell Liu Shan that even at the last second, you should take the medicine when you need it. If cancer patients don't use medicine to relieve themselves, they will have to live in pain."
Death. Don't let the old man work hard all his life and go away with sadness."
"Good wife."
Taking the cash with him, Zhang Haidong hurried to the hospital.
After buying a carton of milk from the canteen outside, he walked in carrying it.
Liu Shan's hair is messy. He probably hasn't washed it in a few days.
He sat dejectedly on the corridor, and the entire corridor was filled with cigarette butts.
I don't know how much pressure it is to suppress a person like this.
"Shan'er..."
When Zhang Haidong shouted, Liu Shan turned his head, then hurriedly patted his butt and stood up.
His eyes were all bloodshot, and he hadn't rested for an unknown amount of time.
"Brother Dong, you are here."
"Well. This is money, you take it first and use it."
Zhang Haidong didn't know how to comfort him, so he patted him on the shoulder and handed over the money.
"How is the old man doing now?"
"It's okay. I just took medicine to relieve the pain. I don't need to buy milk. I can't eat anymore. I just rely on nutrient solution..."
The two people talked and walked into the ward.
Huang Wenying sat on the edge of the bed with a bulging belly.
In just a few months, the old man's face had turned completely black, terrifyingly dark.
His face was thin and there was no sign of any vitality.
"Dongdong..."
Huang Wenying was about to get up, but Zhang Haidong waved his hand to signal her not to move.
"Auntie, do you still remember me? I am Zhang Haidong..."
After the old man moved his cloudy eyes, he finally said softly: "Remember... remember... Haidong, I want to ask you something..."
"Say, Auntie."
"Please advise them for me... stop spending money on me... there is no cure... save some money... to live a better life in the future..."