Chapter 28 One train can't go to two places
At this time, Wan Xianghui, a man in his sixties, was taking a train from Sichuan Province to Shanghai.
The elderly don’t know how to take a plane, and there aren’t that many people around. They don’t know how to take a high-speed train, and they only know how to take the train they’ve taken before.
An old army green bag, bulging and worn across his body, was held tightly against his chest.
Looking at the scenes passing by outside the window, the old man's cloudy and bloodshot eyes were full of confusion and helplessness.
The old man was illiterate. By the time he got off the train, asked for directions on the road, and finally arrived at the Shanghai Third People's Hospital, it had been more than ten hours since the nurse called him.
"Are you Wan Ping's father? Why did you come just now? It has been more than ten hours." The nurse had been waiting for Wan Ping's father to come. She didn't expect that the wait would last for more than ten hours. The head nurse couldn't help but feel a little angry.
Doesn't this mean he doesn't treat Wan Ping as his own son? His son was in a car accident, and he came so late.
The old man in his sixties was scolded by the nurse. He didn't dare to refute and lowered his head like a confused child.
He only dared to ask in a low voice, "Well, how is my family Wanping doing now?" The old man's voice was a little trembling, afraid to hear the answer that would scare him.
"Fortunately, Wan Ping was transferred to Corning Hospital by kindhearted people..."
The head nurse told Wan Ping that a kind-hearted person had transferred him to another hospital and provided him with free treatment, and also talked about how great Corning Hospital was.
"If you want to find Wan Ping, you have to go to Corning Hospital."
The old man thanked the nurse and went to Corning Hospital again, exhausted.
When he arrived, Wan Ping had just finished surgery and was still unconscious.
What Wan Xianghui didn't expect was that his eldest son was also taken to Corning Hospital for treatment, and now the two brothers are in the same ward.
When Wan Xianghui heard the doctor talk about the dangerous situation his two sons were in when they were brought in, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart.
In fact, Wan Xianghui wanted to rush over as soon as he heard that his youngest son Wan Ping had been in a car accident.
But, what's the point if he just dares to come.
The nurse said that Wanping needed surgery, so he needed money.
The bag seemed bulging, but in fact it only contained tens of thousands of dollars, which he borrowed immediately after hanging up the phone.
The eldest son had previously suffered from uremia, and the old man had borrowed a lot of money from relatives and friends. If he hadn’t had no other choice, he would never have asked to borrow money again.
But my youngest son was in a car accident and needs money to save his life.
When the old man heard the nurse talking about the situation when his youngest son was in a car accident, tears came to his cloudy eyes. There was nothing he didn't understand.
My husband died of uremia, but unexpectedly, my eldest son also got uremia this year.
Not to mention a kidney transplant, the expensive dialysis alone used up the family’s meager savings, and they also had to borrow a lot of money from relatives and friends.
He is old and cannot go out to work, so he can only take care of his eldest son.
The task of making money fell on the youngest son Wan Ping.
Why does Wan Ping work so hard as a deliveryman, delivering over a hundred orders a day? It's all to earn money to treat his brother's illness.
At this moment, Wan Ping, who had just woken up from the operation, had his eyes slightly lit up when he saw his father. Unable to move, he gestured to his father to get his wallet.
Wan Xianghui opened his wallet and found several thousand yuan inside. This was what Wan Ping earned from delivering food this month.
It was yesterday that he vaguely heard from his father on the phone that his brother needed money for treatment, so he planned to transfer the money to his father's bank card for his brother's treatment.
Unexpectedly, I got into a car accident first.
When I woke up at this moment, I was still thinking about it.
Wan Xianghui tightly grasped his wallet, tears falling down his face. "No need, no need. Our family has met a kind person..."
As for the head nurse, when Wan Xianghui asked about it, he had already told her about the kind-hearted man named Liu Qingtan.
At this time, the old man was talking to his two sons.
The kind-hearted man left a full 3 million yuan for the treatment of his two sons and hired the best doctors at Corning Hospital.
The Wan family of three couldn't help but think: How could they have deserved this?
They didn't know the kind-hearted man named Liu Qingtan, so why was he willing to help them?
3 million, that's a huge amount of money.
"Mr. Liu said that it was because you once saved him." The head nurse replied when the old man was confused.
However, the head nurse was depressed. Why did Miss Song Zhining ask him to answer like that? Not only did she change her name, but she also changed her gender.
However, she answered according to Miss Song's instructions.
Save people? Wan Xianghui seemed to recall something.
Wan Xianghui is a helpful person. Over the past sixty years, he has saved many people. Many times he would just leave after saving someone. He did not expect any reward for saving people.
So we don’t know the name of the person who was rescued or his background.
The old man never thought that the blessing of his rescue would now fall on his two sons.
So, good people are rewarded, right?
He was sure of this answer in his heart.
That night, the doctor came and told us about the conditions of Wan Ping and Wan Kang.
Both of them were in critical condition when they were sent here. It can be said that if they had been sent here later, they would probably have died.
The reason they are alive now is that the doctors and the God of Hell snatched them away.
Wan Ping suffered very serious internal injuries, but fortunately he underwent surgery in the final stage and was able to save his life. Next, he just needed to rest well. It was the experienced surgeons at Corning Hospital who pulled Wan Ping back from the brink of death.
Wankang and Corning Hospital also recovered temporarily after the emergency surgery. After they contacted and matched, someone donated a kidney that matched Wankang, and the surgery could be performed at the right time.
In other words, as long as Wankang recovers well, he can survive.
"Thank you, doctor. Thank you, doctor."
"No need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank the person who helped you."
The Wan family, father and son, engraved the name Liu Qingtan deep in their hearts.
At the Dong'an District Police Station in Shanghai, Liu Qingtan, who was interrogating a prisoner, sneezed, rubbed his nose, looked at the prisoner in front of him, and his face turned cold.
That night, Wan Xianghui had a dream.
In his dream, because his eldest son Wankang's health deteriorated and he urgently needed surgery, he had to shamelessly go back to his hometown to borrow money again.
Not long after he returned home, he received a call from a nurse at Shanghai City Hospital, saying that his youngest son Wan Ping had been in a car accident and needed money for surgery.
He went door to door to collect money, but got stuck when he got on the train.
One train cannot reach two places, and both sons are in critical condition and need money to save their lives.
The money he raised was not even enough to cover the medical expenses for one of his sons.
No one knew how Wan Xianghui was conflicted and struggling at that time. In the end, he boarded the train to Shanghai.
But when he arrived at the Shanghai City Hospital, he was told that his youngest son had passed away a few minutes ago.
When he donated his youngest son's cornea according to his will, he received news that his eldest son Wankang, who was hospitalized at the Eighth Affiliated Hospital of Sichuan Province, had also passed away.
A train cannot go to two places, a sum of money cannot save the lives of two sons, and Wan Xianghui is destined not to see his two sons for the last time.
Waking up from a dream, he looked at his two sons sleeping peacefully in the ward, and murmured the name Liu Qingtan. The old man's tears flowed silently in this night, but his heart was filled with infinite gratitude.
(End of this chapter)
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