Yan Jiecheng was no stranger to the doctor's words, as there was someone in the courtyard who had cancer. Everyone was also aware of Qin Huairu's situation, so upon hearing the doctor's words, Yan Jiecheng plopped down on the ground.
"Comrade, please don't be like this. I understand how you feel, but your mother's condition has truly reached the point where surgery is absolutely necessary."
“The brain is different from other parts of the body. You can bear some pain in other parts of the body. But you can’t bear it in the brain. Moreover, the condition of the brain is more complicated. The earlier the surgery is performed, the greater the chance of success.”
Yan Jiecheng understood the reasoning, but the Yan family was now penniless. They simply didn't have the money to pay for his mother's surgery.
"Doctor, how much would surgery cost for my mother's condition? Is a full recovery possible after the surgery?"
"Because the tumor is located in the brain, the surgery carries significant risks. It also depends on whether the tumor is benign or malignant. If it is malignant, even after the surgery, other complications may occur."
"The surgery will cost around 400 yuan. Subsequent expenses will be higher. The monthly medical expenses will be about six or seven yuan."
The doctor roughly understood Yan Jiecheng's situation from the fact that he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. Therefore, instead of speaking optimistically, the doctor spoke in a negative light. As a doctor, he was already used to all kinds of life and death.
While Yan Jiecheng sat on the ground, he inquired about his mother's condition, which gave the doctor a general assessment. It wasn't that the doctor thought Yan Jiecheng was a particularly good person, but rather to avoid any trouble he might cause if problems arose.
The patient was in so much pain, and this is the only time they've brought him here. It's clear this person doesn't care much about the patient's condition. If they truly cared, they would have brought him to the hospital long ago.
After the doctor finished speaking, he waited for Yan Jiecheng's decision, but Yan Jiecheng was also in a dilemma. It wasn't that he couldn't come up with 400 yuan, but if he did, his family would become penniless.
Moreover, the medical expenses amount to several yuan every month. If it were just a matter of paying for one or two months, that would be fine. But given the Yan family's situation, it seems this expense will continue indefinitely.
Torn between money and his mother, Yan Jiecheng was at a loss for what to do. After thinking for a long time, he finally completed the hospital admission procedures for his mother.
After completing the hospital admission procedures, Yan Jiecheng rushed back to the Yan family home. As soon as he got home, he kicked Yan Jiefang and then slapped him several times in the groin.
“It’s all your fault. If you hadn’t caused such a huge mess, how could Mom have ended up like this? Now look what’s happened, Mom needs surgery, and we can’t even afford the surgery fees.”
Upon hearing that his third aunt was going to have surgery, Yan Bugui immediately jumped out of bed. Even Yan Jiefang, who had been beaten, surprisingly refrained from causing trouble for his elder brother. Everyone in the Yan family stared intently at Yan Jiecheng.
"The reason Mom fainted was because she had a 2-3cm tumor in her brain. Tumors are also called cancer. When I took Mom to the hospital, she fainted again. I have already admitted her to the hospital, but the surgery will cost 400 yuan, not including the hospitalization fee and subsequent treatment costs."
“I’ve only been away for about half a year. Even if I have some money, I can’t afford such a large sum. All the money in my family is just over 300 yuan. But now my mother has reached the point where she has to have surgery.”
"Without surgery, no one can say for sure how long she can live. And even with surgery, there's a risk of the disease spreading and worsening. That's the situation now; you decide what to do!"
After Yan Jiecheng finished speaking, he plopped down on the bed and stared straight at them. At this moment, Yan Bugui and Yan Jiefang felt extremely guilty. If they hadn't caused such a disaster, the Yan family wouldn't be unable to come up with even 400 yuan.
At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to Yan Jiecheng. Because he was probably the only one in the entire Yan family who had money; as for the others, they didn't even need to think about it.
“Looking at me is useless. Of the original 1200 yuan, 960 yuan was used to buy a job. Most of the remaining money was used to buy other things. Now I can only come up with a little over 300 yuan.”
Upon hearing Yan Jiecheng's words, Yan Bugui seemed to have made an important decision.
"The only valuable thing we have left is our house. It should be worth about four or five hundred yuan. It's the last bit of our family's possessions."
"I bought this house in 1952. I never thought that after living here for only ten years, I would have to sell it."
The rest of the Yan family were overjoyed upon hearing this. At the same time, some were also annoyed, wondering why Yan Bugui hadn't bought more properties back then, as he couldn't buy any now even if he wanted to.
"I'll sell the house now and then try to find a place to rent elsewhere."
Although Yan Bugui said this, his face was extremely grim. In this era, selling one's family property was not a glorious thing.
But as soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, Yan Bugui seemed to see hope again. He saw Yi Zhonghai and suddenly remembered Yi Zhonghai's request for money.
"I've thought of a way to save your mother. We can use the house as collateral to borrow money from people like Weihua or Shazhu. Given their circumstances, getting a few thousand yuan would be easy for them."
Hearing that they didn't have to sell the house, the rest of the Yan family were very happy. As long as the house remained, they would have a share in the Yan family's finances. As for repaying the loan, they weren't too worried, since their father's salary wasn't low.
After discussing it for a while, the group took the property deed to Weihua. The main reason for choosing Weihua was that he was relatively easygoing. Even if they couldn't repay the money later, they could still discuss it calmly.
Sha Zhu has a rather impatient temperament. If he really can't pay back the money, he might actually cause trouble and kick everyone out of the courtyard.
So the whole family arrived at Wei Hua's house. When everyone saw the Yan family arrive, they all rushed over to see what was going on. Anyone who didn't know the situation would have thought the Yan family was coming to cause trouble for the Wei family.
"Weihua, can I ask you for a favor? My husband has a brain tumor and urgently needs 400 yuan for surgery. Could you lend me 500 yuan by mortgaging our house?"
Hearing Yan Bugui's words, Wei Hua considered it for a moment and then nodded. It was a sure-fire deal. If they couldn't pay back the money, he would just take the house.
The Yan family's house is worth that much. I can even earn some interest along the way. As for Auntie San's illness, it's definitely because of the system. Otherwise, she wouldn't have developed the illness so early.
According to the original storyline, the third aunt's illness should have manifested more than ten years later. Since there's profit to be made, borrowing 500 yuan isn't a big deal.
“Lending you 500 yuan is not impossible, but you must write an IOU and pay interest. The matter must also be witnessed by someone from the neighborhood committee.”
“I don’t trust the Yan family’s character. I will not lend this money without witnesses from the neighborhood committee.”
Upon hearing Wei Hua's words, Yan Jiefang immediately ran out. After all, he had caused such a big mess last time. Before long, Yan Jiefang arrived at the courtyard with people from the neighborhood committee.
In the presence of street office staff, Yan Bugui wrote an IOU in front of everyone in the courtyard. The IOU not only stated the amount but also the repayment date and interest. If the Yan family is unable to pay, Wei Hua has the right to take the house back.
The IOU was made in triplicate, one copy for the Yan family, one copy for Weihua, and one copy for the neighborhood committee. After everyone signed their names, Weihua went home and took out 500 yuan.
The Yan family took the money and left the courtyard immediately, all rushing to the hospital. The others, seeing the matter resolved, didn't think much of it. 500 yuan was a lot, but the Yan family could afford to pay it back. Even disregarding Yan Bugui's pay stubs, Yan Jiecheng and his wife's combined income shouldn't be insufficient to repay the debt.
Wei Hua returned home and tossed the IOU into his spatial storage. He didn't care at all whether the Yan family could repay the money. No one knew better than Wei Hua how high housing prices in Beijing would rise in the future.
Of course, owning a house would be the best outcome. Even without a house, you can still earn some interest; every little bit helps. Nobody's foolish enough to turn down money.
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