Under the fluorescent lamp, He Xin lay quietly on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling, doing his daily homework before going to bed, taking deep breaths to calm his thoughts.
He is a mixed race, but he is also a poor mixed race. Some things are like quicksand in his hands, always flowing out from the seams of his hands. He cannot grasp or control them. Just like life, often
He was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe or sleep. So he learned to take a deep breath and empty his mind online.
But thoughts are thoughts, and reality is reality. They cannot be reconciled. It is always a paradox in philosophy and in life.
The door opened silently, and the light in the corridor illuminated a long and narrow fan shape, which was soon cut off by the closed door.
Loeb walked to the bedside, sat down unceremoniously, opened the lid of the thermos bucket, and handed the spoon to He Xin's hand.
"Little Chaos from the Northeast, I specifically didn't ask for coriander," Loeb said.
"I didn't expect the vice-principal to remember that I don't like coriander! I'm so happy to be your student." He Xin scooped up a spoonful of it. It was crystal clear, fragrant, and appetizing.
"Originally you could only drink porridge, but you are my student. I know what you can do and what you can't do." Loeb took out a cigarette and asked, "Do you mind?"
"Maybe the nurse who is waiting to change the needle will be unhappy."
"Forget it." Loeb put away his cigarette, "How many years ago was the last time we met?"
He Xin was silent for a while: "Thirteen years ago."
"Thirteen years ago..." Loeb took the banana on the table, pushed it away and ate it, "I didn't come when you got married. I didn't come when your child was born. But I have seen him.
He looks like a child, but I never thought that the black-faced boy would grow into such a handsome boy now. Time is really a magical thing, it makes us forget a lot of things, and it also allows us to gain a lot of things."
He Xin thought for a moment: "You..."
"No need to use honorifics."
"Vice Principal..."
"Don't be so troublesome, just call the teacher." Loeb's mind flashed to a little kid chasing him asking questions. He had a Chinese face, but his skin looked like it came from a place with extremely high ultraviolet rays. "Although I have only taught
You have a class."
"Teacher, why are you here? Something happened here?"
"Nothing happened, but I don't know if something will happen in the future. I came here just for tourism and enrollment."
"Is it time yet?"
"It's about time." Loeb said meaningfully. "You should have guessed what I mean."
He Xin thought for a moment and nodded.
"My son?"
"That's right. Your son is on the list of admissions to China this year. The professor who was originally in charge was temporarily unavailable, so I became the substitute." Loeb said, "However, it seems that this plan is going to be ruined." "You know?" He Xin shook his head, "He is a child with a hard life, so hard that I regret letting him come into this world. If he had not come, he would not have suffered those hardships."
Loeb nodded: "Late-stage cancer with bone metastasis is basically hopeless. No matter how much money is spent, it can only alleviate the pain a little bit and allow him to live in this world for one or two days longer. What a pity for such a young man.
,A-level pedigree, what a pity."
"Teacher, do you think I will let him join the academy?" He Xin asked.
Loeb was silent.
According to the documents sent by Emma, he learned about He Xin from the birth of his son to the present. When he was two years old, his mother passed away from acute leukemia. He spent all the family’s savings and owed 200,000 yuan in debt. He has been living since he was a child.
Although He Xin worked hard to make money, he could not make ends meet. Even if he allowed his son to live a so-called good life as much as possible, in Loeb's view, that life was too miserable. He can eat a meal that costs dozens of dollars, and has eaten a set meal for one person that costs hundreds of dollars. But in comparison, the life of He Xin's family makes him feel a little heartbroken.
When he grew up, he was able to help work and earn money, but he did not expect that he would suddenly get cancer. When he was diagnosed, he was already in the advanced stage of cancer, which was an even greater blow to He Xin.
In fact, the college has a student debt relief method, which is free and does not need to be repaid, but Loeb knows He Xin's temper best. He is the kind of stubborn guy who can do nothing but trouble others.
"Why are you going to Kunming?" Loeb's eyes were filled with sadness.
"For medical treatment."
“I can’t see it anymore.”
"Maybe let him live one more day, just one more day, wouldn't it be nice to see one more day of sunshine?"
Loeb covered his face and was silent for a long time, "How much money do you have?"
"...There are still 120,000 on hand."
"Fart, all your bank cards add up to only 20,000, and you still owe 110,000 in foreign debt. It's a good thing this time. There was a car crash. There was a car accident, and it was a big expense." Loeb stared at He Xin, "I
I’m your teacher, can’t you tell the truth to me?”
"Is it Emma?"
"Emma is omnipotent." Loeb whispered, "I have asked Emma to allocate funds to pay off all your foreign debts, and also asked Li Ze to pay for medical expenses. Although your son is still undergoing treatment, he is no longer alive.
Life is in danger."
"I owe you another favor." He Xin shrugged.
"Give this kindness to Li Ze, I don't want it."
"Who is Li Ze?"
"It's the kid who rescued you with me. That kid is outstanding. He is simply the male god of our college. Compared with the school idol you admired back then, I think Li Ze is even better. Although his appearance is indeed incomparable. But he
It's great, it's great, so great that no matter how many scholarships I give him, it feels like it's too little."
"Are you showing off your children to the outstanding graduates of that year?" He Xin smiled.
"Absolutely." Loeb reached out and flicked the bubbles in the infusion tube, "But he is a thoughtful person in all aspects... When your son was waiting for the rescuers to rescue him, he kept saying, '
I have terminal cancer with bone metastasis, please save my dad first.' Li Ze heard this, and I also sent him a copy of the document Emma sent. After reading it, he sighed and said, 'Hemp rope'
He specializes in picking out the smallest details, and bad luck only seeks out the poor... He sympathizes with you, father and son."
The room fell into silence, each other's breathing was covered by the drops of water. The two looked at each other, then pursed their lips and looked away.
Loeb didn't understand this saying, but after searching it on his phone, he understood.
Money is not everything, but it is absolutely impossible, especially when it comes to medical treatment. Whether it is in China or other countries, once it is a serious and difficult disease, lack of money can only lead to death. In order to live, you have to spend your whole family.
After all, it can’t be cured 100%...Are the rich worried about this? Not worried, but what about the poor?
Loeb lamented that modern technology can search for anything.
I also lament that modern technology cannot take care of anything.