He Qiancheng didn't say anything. Wei Zhonghua interrupted him and said, "Brother He's mother is sick and is in the hospital. He wants to go..."
"Defend China!"
Wei Zhonghua's words were interrupted by He Qiancheng's urgent shout, but it was too late, Lin Qingping had already understood.
"Comrade He, may I ask what's wrong with your mother?" Lin Qingping guessed that it should not be a minor illness, otherwise He Qiancheng would not have stopped Wei Zhonghua from speaking.
"Nothing. I'll leave first." He Qiancheng nodded as a farewell.
Lin Qingping looked at Wei Zhonghua again.
Wei Zhonghua looked at He Qiancheng going away and said to his other two companions, "Brother Shen, Brother Wang, you should go to the capital. Now that we have escaped from the village, it should not be so dangerous. There are police in the city, so it is unlikely that they will commit murder. I will not go. I will go to the hospital to accompany Brother He."
Shen Hai nodded, "Okay, go ahead."
Hospital.
He Qiancheng was already guarding the bedside.
Her mother had her eyes closed and looked very weak. She had porridge for dinner and was still sitting on the table.
The family of the patient in the next bed told him that the elderly man didn't want to eat.
Because He Qiancheng had something to do tonight, he asked the family of the bed next to him to bring dinner to his mother.
At this moment, he was sitting beside his mother, looking at the back of her old and dark hands, feeling sad from the bottom of his heart.
His mother had worked hard all her life, and he had rarely been around to show his filial piety to her. Now that she was seriously ill, he was powerless to help her...
Deeply sad, he lowered his head and covered his face. The man, over 1.80 meters tall, tried his best to restrain himself, but water still wet his fingers.
"future……"
His mother's weak, trembling voice came from above, and a trembling hand fell on his head.
He quickly wiped his face and smiled at the person on the bed, "Mom? Are you hungry? I'll heat up some porridge for you?"
His mother looked at her with cloudy eyes. Although she was already very weak, she still had a faint smile on her pale face. "Qiancheng, don't be sad... Everyone has their own destiny. Now that I have you by my side, I am already very satisfied..."
These words made He Qiancheng feel even more sad. He sniffed and could no longer hold back the tears that filled his eyes.
He tilted his head to one side and slowed down, then turned back and forced a smile when the sadness was gone from his face. "Mom, it's okay. The doctor said that as long as you cooperate with the treatment, you will get better soon. Didn't you say that you still like to go back to the countryside to farm? When the time comes, I will go back with you."
His mother shook her head, her face pale, fragile but firm, "Listen to me, the future... I know my health, tomorrow... tomorrow we will be discharged from the hospital..."
"Mom!" He Qiancheng interrupted her, "You just said you would listen to the doctor, why are you talking about being discharged from the hospital again?"
"Future..." The turbid tears in his mother's eyes finally rolled down, "Don't lie to me anymore... I know that my disease can't be cured. Every day in the hospital, this bed, this medicine, all cost money... Future... Don't spend money on me anymore, it's not worth it, let's go back... My disease can't be cured no matter how much money I spend... Don't lie to me anymore..."
The most simple wish of the old lady: She is already an old lady, she has experienced everything in the world, and she has this serious illness, why should she burden her son? It is better to save money, because her son still has to live for the rest of his life, and he has not even married yet...
However, just as she finished her words, a voice rang out.
"Brother He didn't lie to you, Auntie. This disease can really be cured."
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