It's fine.
The words "Senior Brother Cao" were concise and concise, and his handsome and beautiful black eyes looked at her with a gentle smile, as if to say that the mother was fine, or that she would be fine?
Lying on the bed in the dormitory at night, maybe because I slept too much during the day, I couldn't sleep when I opened my eyes. When I looked at the window, I could vaguely see signs of the wind and snow hitting the glass at night.
Get up and sit for a while. The second senior sister has something to go home tonight and did not spend the night in the dormitory. It sounds like she misses home just as much. After going to the obstetrics department, I realized more and more how great my mother is. I miss my mother.
I wanted to call home today, but I was afraid that when I was talking to my mother, I couldn't help but feel a sore nose when I recalled the scenes of those precious mothers last night.
She picked up her phone to check what time it was, and opened the text message box before going to bed. The text message Senior Brother Cao sent her after returning home:
"It's very beautiful. I like it very much."
Senior Brother Cao is a very nice person, and I guess he will say he likes whatever he gives her. Xie Wanying couldn't help but want to laugh when she saw this.
Cao Yong at home was actually a little confused when he looked at the new handkerchief she gave him: why the color she gave him this time was completely different from the one he gave last time. The last one was blue, this time it was brown.
Perhaps she was thinking that he would like handkerchiefs in various colors. If so, what color will she give him next time, green?
No, a stubborn person would never think so much. The gift of blue was just because she thought Senior Brother Cao smiled so brightly that the sky was as blue as the sun. This time I gave her a brown one because I just remembered that when Senior Brother Cao came to the emergency room to see her that day, I felt that Senior Brother Cao would be so handsome wearing a brown British-style windbreaker.
Lie down and go back to sleep. Suddenly the phone rang and a text message came in. Xie Wanying picked it up and took a look. It was from an unknown number. It said: Can you lend me some money?
Classmate Geng’s face popped into my mind almost without thinking.
Another text message came later saying: Sorry, I sent it to the wrong person.
Picked up the phone and quickly texted back: "You can borrow it, how much do you want."
After a long silence, the other party sent: 500.
"Is 500 enough?"
Her usual rhetorical question, but the other person may have realized that she guessed the story correctly and did not respond.
She, Xie Wanying, was also a well-known poor student in the class. It was easier than the counselor and monitor to guess the reason why classmate Geng was frugal and insisted on sending money home.
Simply because the family is poor, the poor will not let their children who can go to college send money back to support living expenses. Just like her mother. Living expenses are only a few dollars more for the poor. It allows you to go to college and there are fewer people in the family to eat. How can you say that the living expenses are not enough?
In recent years, with the help of counselors, her and classmate Geng's tuition, miscellaneous and accommodation fees have been reduced to almost nothing. There are usually bursaries and other financial aid to cover living expenses at school without any pressure.
She didn't believe that Geng didn't make money by working part-time jobs like her. She should be able to save money in addition to her own expenses, and wouldn't be so strapped that she only eats steamed buns.
There is only one explanation left: Classmate Geng’s family has a patient who spends money for a long time.
Expensive medical expenses are the final straw for poor families. Both developing and developed countries.
No matter who you are, the medical expenses required to cure a disease are basically the same. As a result, many lives have to be sacrificed because of money.
This kind of abandonment is often not only the abandonment of the patient's life, but also the abandonment of the treatment effect and the abandonment of all aspects of the patient's physical quality and quality of life. Long-term accumulation is like a pile of sand that will eventually collapse.
