There was a passbook in the wooden box, and there were more than 10,000 yuan in the passbook.
Then there are ten small yellow croakers.
A document bag.
And a letter left for Xiaobao.
After reading the letter, Xiaobao realized that Mr. Feng had known for a long time that he didn't have much time left. Since the beginning of the year when Li Jinfeng asked him to help treat Mr. Han's stroke, he felt that he was unable to do it and that it was a sign of his death.
So, from that time on, he had regarded Mr. Han as his last patient.
The greatest regret for a doctor is that he cannot cure his patients.
Mr. Feng had experienced this kind of regret many years ago.
Now, Mr. Han has been worried that this will become another regret.
Stroke patients require a lot of time to treat and recuperate. In addition, Mr. Feng only knows Chinese medicine and not Western medicine, so the treatment will be slower.
He had thought of letting Xiaobao take over from the beginning, but at that time Xiaobao was always out of town and it was not easy for him to come back.
It was not until May that Xiaobao informed Mr. Feng in a telegram that he would come here to study at the medical university for a year, and Mr. Feng finally saw hope.
Only after Xiaobao really came and discussed with him how to treat Mr. Han did Mr. Feng feel completely relieved. It was for this reason that Mr. Feng died peacefully.
In the letter, Mr. Feng also mentioned that if none of his descendants came to help with his funeral, then all his money, including the rooms in the courtyard, would be left to Xiaobao.
After reading the letter, Xiaobao cried for a long time. He knew that the old man wanted his children to help him with his funeral arrangements.
But reality is so cruel.
Xiaobao returned to Li Jinfeng holding the box and the key to the courtyard.
His eyes were red and swollen, and he was in a depressed mood, which the four children in the family noticed immediately.
"Uncle Xiaobao, don't be sad. Yuanyuan will give you some candy."
Xiaobao shook his head, "I'm fine!"
Tuan Tuan: "Uncle Xiaobao, even though we are men, Mom said that it's okay to cry secretly when you're sad. It's not shameful."
Xiaobao tried hard to pull the corners of his mouth, "Thank you Tuantuan!"
The brothers had said words of comfort, and Meimei would not say anything. She handed him the portrait of Xiaobao that she had drawn, "This is for Uncle Xiaobao. You must get better soon!"
Manman was the youngest and didn't quite understand that when adults were in a bad mood, they needed comfort, so he came over and hugged Xiaobao's legs, stood on tiptoe, and rubbed his head against Xiaobao's belly.
The little girl is the youngest, but she is the best-looking one among the children. Even though Meimei is praised as a little beauty by countless people, she still looks a little inferior in front of Manman.
After being rubbed by him, Xiaobao felt that he was somewhat healed.
He looked at the other children again, and a warm feeling slowly flowed through his heart.
Li Jinfeng came in with Xiaobao's dinner. As soon as she came in, she said, "The children and I have already eaten. I've warmed up the rice in the pot for you. I just brought it over. Eat it while it's hot! Don't you have to register for school tomorrow?"
Xiaobao walked to the dining table and handed the wooden box to Li Jinfeng, "School starts tomorrow!"
Li Jinfeng: "What is this?"
"My grandfather gave it to me." Xiaobao said.
"These are your own things, so keep them to yourself," said Li Jinfeng.
She guessed that it should be Mr. Feng's savings or something like that, which must be related to money, but definitely not medical books or something like that.
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