Chen Yuan is right, I am not in a hurry about Zhao Menglei.
It was a year later that I donated her money in her name.
My decision was entirely based on the news I heard - the middle school where Zhao Menglei and I had attended sent me an invitation, inviting me back to attend the celebration of the 50th anniversary of the founding of my alma mater.
There was actually the school's account number on the back of the invitation, and the intention was obvious.
I saw the invitation and put it in the drawer of my desk because I thought what they did was a bit funny.
I recall that when I was in high school, a male classmate in our class was so hungry that he fainted in class because his family was too poor to eat. However, our head teacher would look for him every once in a while in front of the whole class.
Pressing for tuition fees! Later, our class monitor asked us to donate privately to solve the problem for that classmate. Therefore, I don’t have much affection for the school in my hometown where I once studied.
The most angry person at that time was Ouyang Tong. He later went to school in the farthest place from our province, which may have been due to this factor.
However, later I received a phone call, and that phone call made me change my mind, "My alma mater is holding a 50th anniversary celebration, and students are all donating. I heard that Ouyang Tong donated five million, and the alma mater was named after him."
A teaching building.”
When I heard that, my heart suddenly moved, "Where is Ouyang Tong now?"
"I don't know. It is said that his money was donated to the school a year ago. Now the school is looking for him everywhere, but according to his family, he has settled abroad many years ago."
I suddenly understood in my heart that Ouyang Tong might have arranged this matter during his lifetime.
The first thing I did next was to call Zhao Menglei’s father. I was too embarrassed to go see him and spent a lot of time finding her father’s contact information. I told her father that Zhao Menglei had left a fortune.
I hope he can arrange the use of the money for his daughter. The reason why I made that call was because I felt that I did not have the power to arrange the money for Zhao Menglei. But her father immediately threw it at me on the phone.
He said a cold word, "I don't have this daughter. You called the wrong number."
I was very surprised because I didn’t believe that I had dialed the wrong number. He obviously spoke with the accent from my hometown, and I found his contact information through Tong Yao. It is not difficult for the police to do such a thing. From this
I can't help but wonder: She is already dead, why can't you, a father, forgive her? Isn't she your daughter?
It was many years later that I finally found out the reason, and I couldn't help but sigh. Of course, this is a story for another day.
However, after that phone call, I finally decided on one thing, which was to donate Zhao Menglei’s money to our former alma mater. At that time, I called the current principal of my alma mater directly and said, “I am the former president of your school.
Lawyer for student Zhao Menglei, she decided to donate RMB 3 million to her alma mater. Her only request was to plant a ginkgo tree beside the lotus pond of her alma mater..."
Of course, later on, the school actually spent 200,000 yuan to buy a century-old tree and plant it in the place I specified. At the same time, it also spent a lot of money to save the tree that was dying due to transplantation. But I never expected that.
However, the school acted in a more humane manner on this matter, because they did so after investigating and learning the true situation of Zhao Menglei, and also hung a small wooden sign on the tree: Student Zhao Menglei
donate
I am also secretly glad that I did not ask the school to establish a "Zhao Menglei Scholarship" or something.
The person who called me that day was the very poor classmate in our class, his name was Kang Demao. There has been no news from him since he graduated from middle school, but on the third day after Zhao Menglei committed suicide, that night
The day after the night when I talked to Chen Yuan about how to deal with Zhao Menglei's money, he actually showed up in our hospital.
Because our former head teacher fell ill.
I worked the night shift the next day.
Chen Yuan and I talked for a long time last night, and I found that that kind of communication could bring me great peace of mind. Before that, Chen Yuan and I had almost never had that kind of communication, just like I had with Zhao Menglei.
When I woke up in the morning, I immediately felt much better. At the same time, I told myself in my heart: Feng Xiao, you have already sorry for a woman. Never let Chen Yuan and Zhao Menglei end up in the same way again.
I received a call just after I got to work, "Feng Xiao, do you still remember me?"
I often receive such calls. Most of the people who make such calls are acquaintances, and occasionally there are people who have only met once. But they are usually the same - they want to find a better doctor through me.
It's the same this time, but there's a little difference, because he is Kang Demao, another classmate of mine in middle school.
People are used to asking each other like that on the phone, maybe to give the other party a surprise, or maybe it's out of childish innocence. So every time I receive such a call, I always feel a little bored, but also very helpless - what if?
What about your acquaintances?
Of course, such acquaintances would only be former acquaintances, because the other party also expressed doubts about whether I could remember him.
"Who are you? Just tell me, I'm busy." I said. I was indeed busy, because I was walking towards the ward, and daily ward rounds were necessary.
"You guys, I heard that you are an obstetrician and gynecologist? What a good job. Haha! I'm Kang Demao." The other party laughed on the phone.
Originally, I wanted to hang up the phone right away because of what he said before, but when I heard him announce his name later, I was stunned. Then I was surprised, "Kang, Kang Demao! Where are you from?
Drilled out?"
"Not bad, you still remember me. I'm outside the surgical building of your hospital now." He said in a very pleasant tone.
I ran out of the department in a hurry.
There were many men and women outside the surgical building. I searched among those people, but found that there seemed to be no one I knew. However, I suddenly heard someone calling me, "Feng Xiao, here!"
I hurriedly looked toward the voice and found a handsome man in the crowd waving to me. I vaguely resembled him, so I hurriedly ran towards him, more like him. I kept looking at him, "You really are.
Kang Demao? How come he doesn’t look like him anymore?”
Now, I really doubt what I was doing when I was in middle school, because I found that the two people I met many years later have completely changed. Now I feel that they were not in my mind at all at that time.
Leave the specific appearance. However, Zhao Menglei is an exception. Zhao Menglei...hey!
"Why do I think you haven't changed?" He said to me with a smile, and then stretched out his hand to me. I went to hold his hand and said jokingly: "What? Become a leader?" In my impression
It seems that only people in the officialdom are used to shaking hands with others when meeting. Ouyang Tong was different. At that time, he gave me a bear hug.
He smiled but said nothing. I understood immediately. It seemed that he had really become a leader. "Tell me, where are you employed now? Why haven't you heard from me in so many years? How did you find my phone number?"
"Don't ask me this yet, let's go, I'll take you to see someone." He said, and then he pulled me towards the surgical building.
In a general ward of the Brain Surgery Department of the Surgery Building, I met a person. When I saw him for the first time, I felt excited because the person lying on the bed turned out to be our former head teacher. He
Also named Kang.
"Mr. Kang, why didn't you tell me when you arrived at our hospital?" I asked, feeling a little hypocritical myself.
He smiled at me and said, "I just moved in last night. Kangdermao sent a car to pick me up. I just heard that you work in this hospital and I got your phone number through your father. I arrived last night
It was too late, so I didn’t call you.”
"Oh. That's it." I said, "Mr. Kang, what's wrong with you? Why are you admitted to this ward?"
"The county hospital said it was a brain glioma. It was benign." He replied.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Gliomas are indeed benign in terms of pathological characteristics, but brain tumors are considered malignant in medicine because they are very difficult to treat. However, the doctor at the county hospital was not wrong in telling him that.
, its main purpose is to make him feel at ease.
"Okay, let me go find your doctor in charge and ask him to take more care of you. Teacher Kang, you can call me at any time if you have anything." I said. Now, I have long been disgusted with what he used to do.
There is no more, and I thought to myself: Kang Demao doesn’t even care about him, let alone me?
"Feng Xiao, I want to trouble you with something." Teacher Kang said to me.
"You tell me." Of course I agreed wholeheartedly.
"Can you ask them to move me to a single ward? I can pay the bill," he said.
"I'll go ask." I said and immediately went to the doctor's office.
"Dr. Feng, there is nothing we can do. The single wards in our department are currently occupied by leaders, and we won't be able to move them out for a while. You know there are only so many single wards." However, the doctor in charge was very worried.
It’s difficult to tell me such a situation.
I couldn't help it. Although I thought it would make me lose face, I had to go and reply to the teacher.
Teacher Kang suddenly became unhappy after hearing my reply, "Then I want to transfer to another hospital."
I hurriedly said: "Mr. Kang, although the ward you are in now is not that good, our hospital's brain surgery department is the best in this province. In your case, you must undergo surgery. This is no joke."
"How can I live in a ward like this? No, I have to be transferred." He said, "Your hospital is a designated medical unit in our county, and I have to issue a transfer order from you before I can reimburse you. Feng Xiao, then I'm in trouble.
Please help me get a transfer order, I want to transfer to the military hospital. The conditions there are good."
"Teacher Kang, you are here to see a doctor, not staying in a hotel. Think about it carefully." I continued to persuade him, feeling that he was a little incredible.
"Feng Xiao, thanks to you still working in this hospital for so long, and thanks to me still being your teacher, you can't even do this kind of thing? Look at how good Kang De Mao is..." He became even more dissatisfied. Kang De Mao hurriedly stopped.
I said, "Let's go out and talk."
He immediately pulled me out of the ward, "Feng Xiao, he is a patient, don't be angry." He advised me.
I shook my head, "Of course I won't be angry. But I am telling the truth."
"Forget it, just find a way to go through the transfer procedures for him. Try to satisfy him as much as possible," he said.
"It's not that I won't do it. First, it's because surgeries like his can't be done well in other hospitals. Second, it's impossible for our hospital to handle transfer procedures for him because it involves medical expenses, and transfers also involve things like
It’s the hospital’s reputation. Under what circumstances can you be transferred to another hospital? It’s when our hospital can’t treat you. Do you understand?” I said.
"You can think of a way. I know you have a way. After all, he is our teacher, so try to satisfy him. You know his character, otherwise he would say so many unpleasant things." He said. (To be completed.)