Chapter 212 I will always climb to the top
Beep, beep, the phone hung up.
The old woman walked slowly to the bedroom and took out a photo album from the bottom of the box. Her dry fingers, which were covered with traces of time, gently flipped through the items in the box, and finally stopped in front of an old photo album.
On the cover page of the album, a young couple and a baby in their arms come into view.
The old woman was stunned for a while. After a moment, she collected her thoughts, gently put down the photo album, and then took out a thin house certificate from the bottom of the album.
She did not open the house deed, but took it, walked to the living room with trembling steps, and put it in a cloth shopping bag on the entrance table.
After thinking for a while, she slapped her head again, staggered back to the house, dug out a passbook, and stuffed it into her bag.
She sat at home for a while, staring blankly at the wall clock.
The second hand jumps one by one, making a regular ticking sound.
It was not until the wall clock rang the hour that she slowly stood up, picked up her handbag, and pushed the door open and walked out of the house at this fixed time as usual.
She walked slowly but steadily and first went to the bank to handle some business.
The woman at the counter had delicate makeup on, and was prettier than in her photos when she was young. She thought, "It would be great if my son could marry such a beautiful wife."
The delicate woman at the counter looked at the old woman who spoke slowly, with a flash of impatience in her eyes. She explained in a cold voice: "Your house is very old. It cannot be mortgaged according to the current market price. It must be depreciated before it can be mortgaged."
As the delicate woman spoke, she tapped quickly on the calculator with her slender fingers, and then turned the displayed numbers to the old man.
The old woman leaned forward, her wrinkled face and cloudy eyes almost touching the polished glass: "Is that all?"
The teller showed a hint of disgust in his eyes and replied:
"Auntie, it's like this. Whether it's a house or something else, once it gets old, it's not worth much. So, are you still mortgaging it?"
"Yes, it's worthless when you get older." The old woman sighed and slowly pushed the house deed into the glass through the narrow gap.
The exquisite woman completed this profitable business, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face. She asked, "After the mortgage is successful, which account should the funds be transferred to?"
The old woman picked up a pen and wrote down a string of numbers and names on the paper. She smiled and said, "Wang Cong, my son's name is Wang Cong. He works as a prison guard in prison. Just transfer the money to my son's account."
The teller didn't understand why the old woman was introducing her son to him. Who cared what his son did for a living? Was being an ordinary prison guard something to be proud of? It was inexplicable!
She just mechanically tapped the keyboard and entered the string of numbers and names into the system. She routinely asked the old woman to sign and press her fingerprints, completing all the procedures.
The old woman left the bank empty-handed. The delicate woman waved and the young security guard walked over and swept the handbag left on the counter into the trash can.
The old woman walked slower, but still steadily.
She arrived at the hospital, walked through the crowded corridors, and entered the lifeless ward.
Inside the ward, four patients lay quietly on their respective beds, with tubes inserted into their bodies. Their eyes were closed and they slept peacefully, seeming out of tune with the noisy world outside.
She slowly walked to the innermost bed and gently sat down on the corner of the bed. Her hand tenderly held the equally shriveled and wrinkled hand under the quilt.
She didn't say anything, just sat there quietly, lost in her own thoughts, until a certain moment, she reluctantly let go of his hand and slowly walked to the bedside.
Her hand trembled slightly as she pinched the catheter inserted into the man's nostrils and murmured:
"I know you don't blame me. We can't hold our son back. He will definitely have a bright future."
Her hands were shaking, but she pulled out the tube very steadily. Her voice was hoarse, but it seemed like she was speaking the most beloved words to her beloved: "Don't be afraid. I will accompany you wherever you go. My son said that he will buy a grave and bury us together."
Loosening the tube, the old woman sat back at the end of the bed, tightly holding the man's calm hand with one hand, and with the other hand she took out a handful of white pills from her pocket, slowly putting them into her mouth and swallowing them slowly.
Ten minutes later.
Two nurses arrived late and pushed the door open.
The young nurse couldn't help but cover her mouth and hurried to the bedside, while the older nurse had a calm expression, as if she was accustomed to such scenes.
The young nurse asked, "They are all dead, what should we do?"
The older nurse calmly replied, "First check if there is any balance in the patient's account."
The young nurse nodded, operated the tablet in her hand, and replied: "There is still some money in the account, which should be enough to support it until the end of the month."
The older nurse said "Oh" softly, then walked to the bedside and gently inserted the tube that had been pulled out before back into the man's nostrils. There was a trace of compassion in her voice: "Since he has money, keep the bed for him. Remember, our hospital does not take advantage of the dead."
The young nurse looked at the older nurse with reverence, then turned her gaze to the old woman lying on the bed. She asked with some concern:
"But there's only one bed, so what is she going to do?"
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The older nurse thought for a moment, then said, "Send her to the morgue first and leave her there for 24 hours. Then notify her family to come and collect her body as soon as possible. If it exceeds the time limit, let the incinerator handle it. The cost can be deducted from her husband's bed fee."
As the older nurse spoke, she bent down and forcibly pulled apart the two wrinkled hands that were clenched tightly under the quilt.
Inside the prison.
Time slowly turned to the afternoon.
In the corridor, Wang Cong answered the call from his "mother", but strangely, the voice coming from the other end of the phone was that of an unfamiliar and young woman.
"Hello, are you the son of Wang Ping'an and Liu Xiujuan? This is the Fourth Hospital. I'm sorry to inform you that your parents passed away this afternoon..."
Wang Cong's ears seemed to be swallowed by the sudden silence, and he could not hear a single sound on the phone.
He leaned against the side of the corridor like a sculpture, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and the bloodshot in his eyeballs seemed to be frozen in a cold red.
"Hey, hey, are you listening?"
"Please come to the hospital within 24 hours to collect your mother's body. Otherwise, our hospital will have to follow the regulations..."
Wang Cong came back to his senses with a start, and said anxiously into the phone: "I can't leave today or tomorrow, can I..."
"I'm sorry, sir. The hospital has its own rules. Most of the beds in the morgue have been reserved by other patients' families. We are willing to vacate one to keep your mother for 24 hours. This is a humanitarian gesture by our hospital. So please cooperate with the hospital."
Beep, beep, beep...the phone was hung up and turned into a silent tone.
Feng Mu was standing not far away and caught the sound on the phone. He looked at the distraught Wang Cong and his eyes narrowed into slits.
"What happened? You look very bad." Feng Mu walked over and asked with concern.
Wang Cong held the phone tightly, put it back in his pocket, and took a few deep breaths. The whites of his eyes were almost gone, and they were frighteningly red.
He looked at Feng Mu and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay. I just figured it out. There's no way out in my life. I will never be afraid of anyone or anything again. I won't hesitate or struggle anymore. I will definitely climb up at all costs, keep climbing, keep climbing, until I reach the top of this prison."
(End of this chapter)
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