Chapter 142: Since you have such a bad character, you should come and dig out manure!
Song Yunting borrowed money from everyone that day but still couldn't raise the 430 yuan for the hospital fee, so he had to shamelessly go to the payment window to negotiate with the staff to see if he could pay half of the fee first.
Unexpectedly, the staff told him that someone had already paid the fee.
Song Yunting was very surprised and immediately asked, "Comrade, who paid the fee for me? A man or a woman?"
“Female!”
The first person Song Yunting thought of was Qiao Yanxin. Apart from her, no one else was willing to help him.
He asked again, "Is she a little girl? About this tall? She looks about 18 or 19 years old?"
The staff member was busy sorting out the bills in his hand. He looked up impatiently and said irritably, "It's a middle-aged woman!"
Song Yunting was stunned.
A kind-hearted middle-aged woman paid for his father's hospitalization expenses. Who could it be?
However, what Song Yunting didn't expect was that the hospital fee of more than 400 yuan was so wasted. After only eight or nine days, the nurse came to urge him to renew the bill.
"Family members of Song Yuanchao, please pay an additional 520 yuan!"
After taking the payment slip, Song Yunting's hands were shaking and his legs felt like they were filled with lead.
Five hundred and twenty yuan, where can he get so much money?
Dad's condition is getting worse. Even if he has 520 yuan now, he will need another 520 yuan, or even 620 yuan in a few days. If he needs surgery, he doesn't know how many 520 yuan he will need!
The college entrance examination scores will be out in a few days. Song Yunting is confident that he can get into a good university, but he still has no idea where to pay for the tuition...
Thinking of the huge expenses, Song Yunting became extremely annoyed.
Song Yuanchao groaned in pain on the hospital bed.
Song Yunting glanced at Song Yuanchao in annoyance and blurted out some complaints.
"Dad, why are you sick at this time?"
Although his voice was soft, it cut Song Yuanchao's heart like a knife.
Yes, if I hadn’t been sick, I wouldn’t have spent all the family savings, and I could have sent coal to my son to save more money for his tuition.
Song Yuanchao was silent for a moment, then he supported himself with his arms and struggled to sit up from the bed. Song Yunting took two steps over and helped him adjust to a comfortable position.
Song Yuanchao smiled and said, "Yun Ting, Dad doesn't want to stay in the hospital anymore. Go and complete the discharge procedures, and let's go home."
Song Yunting felt a pang in his heart and looked at Song Yuanchao in disbelief.
"Dad, the doctor said you are too weak and you can have surgery after another week of rest. How can you be discharged from the hospital at this time?"
Song Yuanchao smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Dad knows his own health condition, and it is a waste of money for him to stay in the hospital.
Cancer is in the late stage, there is no need for surgery, just be obedient and go through the discharge procedures..."
Song Yunting wanted to persuade Song Yuanchao again, but his mouth seemed to be stuck with glue...
Suddenly, I felt a sense of relief from the guilt.
"Okay, Dad, lie down for a while, I'll take you home."
Song Yunting knew that once he left the hospital, his father would soon leave him forever...
After leaving the ward, Song Yunting wiped her tears with her sleeve and quickly walked into the doctor's office to get a discharge certificate.
He quickly completed the discharge procedures, packed up simply, and took Song Yuanchao home on the human-powered tricycle that Song Yuanchao used to deliver coal.
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Although Song Yuanchao saved a lot of money by recuperating at home, his daily medical expenses still amounted to more than ten or twenty yuan.
Song Yunting and Zhou Huifang took out all the family savings and counted them, and found that there was only seventy-eight yuan!
Zhou Huifang was so angry that she was about to curse again.
"Qiao Yanxin is a heartless person!
Our family has raised her for so long, and when your father fell ill, she didn't give him a penny. She even refused to bring a few pounds of meat to our house to see your father!
What an ungrateful person! ”
Song Yunting frowned, looking displeased.
"Why did you mention her?
Our family won't survive without her!
Xiao Tao and Chun E will have a holiday tomorrow, let them stay at home to take care of Dad, I will go out to look for some temporary work..."
In this day and age, the individual economy is not active, and it is not easy to find a temporary job.
Song Yunting wandered around the streets for most of the day but couldn't find a suitable job.
Suddenly, he heard someone calling him.
"Song Yunting!"
As soon as Song Yunting heard the voices, he knew it was Fu Hanwen and Wang Minghao. These two people had never gotten along with him, so it must be no good if they called him.
Song Yunting quickened his pace and walked forward.
Fu Hanwen and Wang Minghao didn't expect to meet Song Yunting on the street, and they deliberately wanted to play a trick on him.
The two looked at each other, ran after him, and hooked their arms around Song Yunting's neck, one on the left and one on the right.
Wang Minghao: "Song Yunting, are you looking for a job?"
Fu Hanwen chuckled and said maliciously, "Aren't you the son of a high-ranking official? Isn't your family very rich? Do you want to come out and do odd jobs during the summer vacation? Would your parents agree?"
When the words "children of high-ranking officials" were mentioned, Song Yunting's face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his fists clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound.
After Fu Hanwen finished speaking, he slapped his forehead in an exaggerated manner.
"Oh, I remember now. It turns out that you and Shen Qingning from Class 31 are both fake.
She is the fake Jian Wuchen, and you are the fake son of a high-ranking official. Haha, you two are truly a couple, your shameless faces are exactly the same! ”
Waves of anger surged into Song Yunting's heart, almost devouring his sanity.
"Fu Hanwen!"
Wang Minghao tried to smooth things over with a smile.
"Yun Ting, I was just joking with you, why did you take it so seriously?
Hanwen and I saw that you were working in a middle school. It just so happened that my father's school was recruiting a few temporary workers, I think to help mark papers or something. I forgot the details, but the salary was quite high. You could earn more than 30 yuan in three or four days. How about it? Do you want to do it? ”
Song Yunting knew that Wang Minghao's father was the logistics director of Yuncheng No. 3 Primary School.
He asked doubtfully, "Why don't you do such a good thing yourself?"
"I don't want to do odd jobs. It's exhausting. My family doesn't need that little money."
Wang Minghao added, "Song Yunting, I'm introducing this job to you because we're classmates. If you don't want to do it, forget it. Just ignore what I said!"
Song Yunting gritted his teeth.
"Okay, I'll go with you!"
He guessed that the school hired people mostly to help mark the papers. As an excellent high school graduate, marking elementary school papers should be a piece of cake for him.
Wang Minghao and Fu Hanwen looked at each other, and both of them had a smirk on their faces as if they had succeeded in a prank.
Song Yunting followed the two men to the third primary school, but was led to the school toilet.
There were several middle-aged men standing at the toilet door.
There were a pile of dung buckets and dung shovels thrown nearby.
Song Yunting had a bad feeling and asked, "Wang Minghao, didn't you ask me to help you mark the papers? Why did you bring me to the bathroom?"
Wang Minghao chuckled, ignored him, and walked over to say a few words to one of the middle-aged men.
The middle-aged man then stuffed a large dung shovel into Song Yunting's hand.
"Young man, don't just stand there, hurry up and grab the dung shovel and bucket and help us dig out the dung!"
The strong stench from the dung shovel made Song Yunting dry-heave twice. His face suddenly turned red, and he asked angrily, "Wang Minghao, what do you mean? When did I become a dung collector?"
Wang Minghao simply stopped pretending and looked at Song Yunting with a provocative look: "Your f*cking family is so poor, and you're still pretending in front of me?
What's wrong with asking you to dig out feces? Since you have such a bad character, you should come and dig out manure!
Let me tell you, my dad's school only hires night soil cleaners, would you like to do it? ”
Fu Hanwen: "You are a person who deserves to eat shit. You have been acting like a big shot in front of me for a few months, now it's time to act like a grandson again!"
Song Yunting: “!!!”
He rushed forward with a dung shovel in his hand. Wang Minghao and Fu Hanwen were not fools. After deliberately angering him, they ran away...
Song Yunting came out of the third primary school angrily, so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
He would rather let his whole family starve to death in poverty than to dig manure!
However, his family was in urgent need of money, so he had to find a job.
Song Yunting wandered on the street for a while and decided to go find Ji Jinliang.
After all, Ji Jinliang is his father’s comrade-in-arms. If his comrade-in-arms is in trouble, who else should he turn to if not him?
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