Chapter 186 Mistaken Brother!
Spring weather is unpredictable.
When I left home, the sky was clear and sunny, but by the time I left the hospital, dark clouds had gathered and a heavy rain was pouring down.
The rain fell like a curtain, blocking the way for pedestrians. The splashing water created a hazy mist, making it impossible to see even a meter away.
The rain was so heavy and the wind so strong that even with an umbrella, you'd get soaked. Even driving to the hospital entrance was still a short distance away.
Children are physically weak and easily get sick if they get wet in the rain.
Looking at the heavy rain, the First Madam lowered her head and said, "Mao Mao, shall we leave later?"
"Um."
Mao Mao obediently held her hand without any objection.
The two waited under the eaves of the hospital.
No matter the time, the hospital is always overcrowded. The sudden downpour stopped everyone in their tracks, and soon, a crowd of people crowded under the eaves at the entrance to take shelter from the rain. The ground was wet and muddy from being trampled.
Besides the patients' family members coming and going, there were also many medical staff carrying large umbrellas and hurrying around.
The first wife, holding Mao Mao's hand, moved aside.
"Big Mom".
Suddenly, Mao Mao tugged at her hand and pointed in a certain direction: "Brother."
"What?"
The first wife looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a blurry black figure rushing out of the rain, soaking wet, and rushing into the hospital gate without looking back.
Seeing the familiar black school uniform of Haicheng Middle School, the mother and daughter turned their heads in unison to look at his disappearing figure.
Mao Mao called out again, "Brother."
Ah Sui?
No.
The first wife, with her sharp eyes, noticed the student's cloth shoes, which left a trail of wet footprints on the ground.
Their son, Ah Sui, wears handmade leather shoes; he never wears these kinds of shoes.
It was probably because of the similar black school uniform and similar build that Mao Mao mistook him for someone else.
Mao Mao, holding her little hand, excitedly went to find her brother: "Big Mom, brother."
First wife: "Mao Mao, that's not... never mind."
Since there was nothing else to do, the first wife let the little girl play. She let her lead her back into the hospital.
The student who ran inside had disappeared. Mao Mao stood there, turned her little head left and right, and then pulled the old lady up the stairs.
The first wife held her hand and watched her struggle to climb the stairs with her short legs, then said, "Mao Mao, slow down."
They huffed and puffed as they climbed the first floor, and soon they saw the Haicheng Middle School student, who was soaking wet, in the second-floor corridor. He was talking to a doctor, his face pale and terrified.
Upon seeing the black figure, Mao Mao let go of the First Madam's hand and happily ran over: "Brother!"
The first wife hurriedly caught up: "Mao Mao, slow down, the ground is slippery."
Her short legs skipped across the corridor, and Mao Mao pounced on her brother, hugging his leg without a care that he was all wet. Her little hands gripped his pants, and she tilted her head up, her eyes sparkling: "Brother... huh?"
Mao Mao blinked and met the gaze of He Mingshu, who was looking down at her.
Mao Mao was stunned.
He looks so unfamiliar; he's not her brother!
Suddenly being hugged by a child, He Mingshu looked down at the adorable little pink dumpling clinging to his lap and was completely bewildered: "Who are you?"
"I'm sorry, my child has mistaken me for someone else."
The first wife quickly followed and led her daughter back, apologizing, "Her brother is also a student at Haicheng Middle School. He saw your school uniform and mistook you for her brother."
Mao Mao obediently lowered her head, revealing the black whorl of hair on her head, and whispered an apology: "Brother, I'm sorry."
"nothing."
He Mingshu nodded haphazardly, not caring about anything else at the moment. He looked at the doctor opposite him and asked with a pale face, "Doctor, is there really no other way?"
The doctor said, "Your mother's illness really can't be delayed any longer. The best way is to raise the money as soon as possible and have her operated on. The longer it is delayed, the more dangerous it will become."
He Mingshu pursed his pale lips: "I understand. I'll figure out how to cover the surgery fees."
The doctor looked at him, his body soaked through by the heavy rain. He was just a kid, not even an adult yet, and his wet school uniform hung on his thin frame. He looked pitiful.
If he remembered correctly, the patient in the ward only had one family member left, which was the student in front of him.
Where can a student raise money?
But how many pitiful people are there in hospitals?
The doctor said nothing, sighed, patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, and left.
He Mingshu was left standing there for a while, his wet hair clinging to his cheeks, water droplets dripping down his face.
Suddenly, a pair of soft, warm little hands gently touched his hands hanging at his sides.
He Mingshu suddenly came to his senses, looked down, and met a pair of big, round, dark eyes.
It was the little girl who had mistaken him for someone else earlier. She hadn't left yet, and now she was looking at him with her big, dark eyes, her soft, chubby face full of concern.
"Brother, are you crying?" Mao Mao asked with concern. "Brother, don't cry, your eyes will hurt."
"I……"
He Mingshu wiped his face and his hand, which was covered in rainwater.
“I didn’t cry,” he said. “It was all rain.”
The first wife took a dry handkerchief from her handbag and handed it to him: "Young man, wipe yourself off, or you'll catch a cold."
“…Thank you.” He Mingshu looked at the clean, white handkerchief in front of him, which still had a faint fragrance, and carefully avoided her touch: “But it’s alright.”
The lady in front of him clearly came from a high social class, and even the little girl in front of him was fair-skinned and cute, wearing a dress that could only be bought in a department store. She was not from a social class that he could come into contact with.
Mao Mao became even more concerned: "Brother, don't get sick."
"It doesn't matter."
He paused, then asked, "Who are you?"
Mao Mao sticks out her little belly and introduces herself: "Mao Mao is Mao Mao."
He Mingshu: "..."
"He, classmate!"
A hurried shout came from the stairwell.
Everyone turned around and saw the familiar Shen Zhaolin striding over. His suit was mostly soaked through by the rain, and he looked quite disheveled.
"He Mingshu, why are you running so fast?!" Shen Zhaolin walked quickly to the group, and just as he was about to say something, he saw the short girl standing next to him.
He paused, adjusted his glasses which were now covered in raindrops, and almost thought he was seeing things.
But you weren't mistaken; after blinking a few times, all you could see were the soft, adorable smiling faces of little girls.
"Mao Mao?" Shen Zhaolin asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"
Mao Mao hadn't expected to suddenly see her friend, and her little face immediately lit up with surprise: "Uncle!"
He Mingshu looked around, puzzled, and asked, "Teacher Shen, do you know each other?"
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