"Little Mo, what are you doing in a daze, what department is your father in, show us the way quickly." Lin Changqing sent the bicycle and gently pushed Lin Mo.
Lin Mo was in a daze for a moment: "Ah, oh, good, good."
Lin Shu was young. He lived in the countryside since he was a child, and he went to the primary school in the town the most. Except for shopping for Four Seasons clothes, Wang Yanyan never took him to the streets. He only occasionally went into the city with his father and brother. Seeing the dark crowd in the hospital, I felt inexplicably nervous and fearful. Xiao Pang subconsciously held Lin Mo's hand, wishing he could hide behind Lin Mo.
Lin Mo noticed his strangeness, hurried back to hold his hand, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, Xiaoshu, I'll buy you Wahaha after watching Dad and Grandma later."
Lin Shu froze his face, nodded his head, hummed lightly, Xiaopang loosened his hand, and didn't hold it so tightly anymore.
The city hospital was built after liberation, with only three buildings, and the surgical inpatient department is in the second building. Although more than ten years had passed, Lin Mo still easily found the ward on the third floor. The ward is next to the toilet. When the door is opened, there are four beds arranged side by side in the small ward. An old lady with gray hair and slightly chubby was standing by the window, packing things quickly with her hands and feet. The middle-aged man was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, infused with a drip, and seemed to have passed out. There were patients lying on the other three beds, and everyone was chatting softly, all of them looking unhappy.
"Grandma." Lin Mo called softly, and an unspeakable sadness instantly filled his heart.
The old lady raised her head and saw that Lin Mo's expression was wrong. She put down the things in her hand, walked quickly to the door, pulled Lin Mo to the corridor outside, and asked anxiously: "My dear grandson, where is Xiaoshu's mother? What's wrong with her? After staying at home for so long and still not coming, she doesn't know that your father is waiting for money for surgery?"
The old lady has always disliked her daughter-in-law. All day long, she knows that the one who dresses up enchantingly, plays cards in the east and sits in the west, doesn't care about the family at all, and is not at all comparable to Lin Mo's own mother, who is a prodigal. Just be angry. You know she is such a thing, she would rather her son be a bachelor all his life than let him marry such a worthless person.
When she thought of Wang Yanyan's misdeeds, she felt so angry that her heart ached, and even Lin Changqing's face turned pale.
Lin Changqing touched his nose in embarrassment, greeted the old lady, gave Lin Mo a look, pulled Lin Shu to stand by the corner of the wall, and stopped talking.
Lin Mo took a deep breath and said, "Grandma, this is not a place to talk, let's go to the side and talk."
"What's the matter?" The old lady never saw Wang Yanyan bring the money, and she was as anxious as an ant on the side of a hot pot. Now seeing her grandson's posture, the bad feeling in her heart suddenly increased.
Lin Mo pulled the old lady to the nearby flyover. It was cold now, and there were hardly anyone on the flyover.
"Grandma, Wang Yanyan took the money and ran away with someone."
"What?" The old lady's voice was suddenly high-pitched, like an old hen that was suddenly strangled by the neck, which made people feel desperate and heartbroken.
"How is it possible? How could Wang Yanyan do this? Is she still a human being? It's a crime, what can I do? This is your father's life-saving money. Huh... Why is the youngest's life so hard? Prodigal woman, ouch... isn't this going to kill our family... This is how it's done..." The old lady was crying loudly, and if it wasn't for Lin Mo's support, she would almost be unable to hold on and fell to the ground.
"Grandma, don't cry, don't you think I invited the third grandpa here? He promised to lend us 20,000 yuan to finish Dad's operation first. The operation must not be delayed any longer, and then it will be Dad's. I can't save my legs."
After all, the old lady was someone who had been through the incident, so she could distinguish the seriousness from the seriousness. After listening to Lin Mo's persuasion, she tremblingly took out a washed whitish blue plaid handkerchief from her pocket, and wiped off the tears on her face with sobs. . The old lady belongs to the kind of person who is naturally fair-skinned. Now she is sixty-three, her face is still fair and clean. On her slightly fat face, there are fewer wrinkles than her peers. She is very kind and amiable. She looks rich and blessed , although the clothes on her body were a bit old, they were washed clean without any wrinkle, and she looked nothing like an old lady from the countryside, not worse than those pampered old ladies in the city.
Lin Mo looked at grandma's teary eyes, and thought of how grandma would age rapidly and shrink back, and felt very uncomfortable.
The kindness and amiability of the old lady is also something that can be divided into people. When it becomes aggressive, ordinary people will definitely not be able to bear it. The old man turned her head to look at Lin Changqing. Before she could speak, Lin Changqing immediately begged for mercy with an old face: "Second cousin sister-in-law, Wang Yanyan's matter is because I feel sorry for Lin Jian. I was kind at the time, and I didn't expect her to be That kind of virtue." He looked around for no one, and hurriedly took out two packs of hundred-yuan bills with body heat from his inner pocket: "Second cousin, you should give the 20,000 yuan to Lin Lin first. Jian looks at the leg, we will talk about it later, his leg injury can't be delayed any longer."
The old lady was silent for a moment, she was not completely ignorant of good and evil, she sighed and took the money: "My dear grandson, thank you third grandpa soon." Now that the money has been borrowed, what should I do in the days to come. The old lady's heart was still heavy. The only thing she hopes now is that her son's legs can get better, and he must not be disabled or anything.
The boulder hanging in Lin Changqing's heart finally fell, and he hurriedly said: "The family doesn't talk about each other, why are you thankful? Go to the hospital quickly, and it is best to have Lin Jian's operation today."
The old lady ignored him, turned her head and said to Lin Mo: "Mo Mo, go find a piece of paper in a while, and write an IOU to your third grandfather. We must pay back the money to your third grandfather in the future, do you know?"
"Well, leave this matter to me." Lin Mo thought for a while, and said to the old lady: "Grandma, let's not tell Dad about Wang Yanyan's matter, and wait until he has the surgery first."
If Lin Jian knew that his family was carrying a "huge" debt, with his temper that he couldn't get back nine bulls, I don't know what would happen.
Knowing the child is like the mother, why does the old lady not know the temper of her youngest son, she said with a tiger face: "I was about to say, don't let me tell you the truth. Xiaoshu, when your father asks your mother later, you just say She's sick, and she's dead at home."
Lin Mo said helplessly: "Grandma, Xiaoshu is still young, so don't be angry with him. Wang Yanyan beat Xiaoshu up when she was about to leave. He is still covered in injuries."
The old lady was hating Wang Yanyan, and it was difficult to have a good face towards Xiaoshu. However, such anger is the most likely to hurt people. In his previous life, it was precisely because of this invisible injury that Lin Shu changed from a lively and sensible little chubby boy to a sensitive, suspicious and insecure child. Later, when Lin Shu made that incident happen, everyone realized how much the neglect of him had caused him.
When the old lady saw that Lin Shu was hiding beside Lin Mo, whether crying or not, her heart softened suddenly. Lin Shu was chubby, with white skin and big eyes. He looked neither like Lin Jian nor Wang Yanyan, but rather like an old lady. On weekdays, the old lady didn't like Wang Yanyan any more, but she still loved Lin Shu very much. People's hearts are biased towards the long-term. In the old lady's heart, the grandchildren love Lin Mo first, and Lin Shu second.
The old lady squatted down and put her arms around Xiao Lin, "My poor grandson, why did you have such a mother? Don't be sad, even if your mother doesn't want you, there will still be your father and the old woman, no matter how bad you are, there will still be you." Your brother, we all love Xiaoshu the most. Don’t be sad, you know?”
With two tears in his mouth, Lin Shu clenched his fists, nodded with his mouth closed, and said, "I only want my brother, grandma and father..."
It is natural for children to be close to their mothers. Lin Shu can say such a thing, which shows how dereliction of duty Wang Yanyan is as a mother.
The three grandparents calmed down a little, wiped away their tears, and returned to the ward. Lin Changqing was a good man and went to the hospital to discuss the operation with the money and related procedures.
At this moment, Lin Jian was still in a coma, his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and he knew that he was severely tormented by the pain on his body.
Lin Mo picked up the veil beside the pillow, and carefully wiped off the sweat on his forehead. Seeing his father's current appearance, Lin Mo was slightly dazed.
He has experienced so many things, and after such a long time, in his memory, only his father is lying on the old bed with a mess of gray hair in despair, his eyes are empty looking at the black and yellow mosquito net, and his face is covered with tears. Full of ravines, every wrinkle reveals despair, but also faintly soaked with excitement of relief.
How many times, when he woke up from his sleep, all he could see in his mind was the appearance of his father bleeding from the seven orifices, and then he was drenched in cold sweat, suffering from insomnia all night.
He almost forgot what his father looked like at first.
Lin Jian inherited his mother's good skin, but his facial features are mediocre. The best thing about his whole face is his tall nose bridge, which is 1.75 meters tall. At this stage, he is considered half tall among southerners. He is a bit skinny, and when he wears glasses, he looks very refined, not handsome. However, compared with Lin Mo's memories, Lin Jian can almost be called gentle and handsome now.
People in that era generally got married early, and in rural areas, many people started families before they reached the legal age for marriage. Compared with them, Lin Jian got married late. He didn't get married until he was 24 years old. He is only 39 years old now. In his previous life, he was not yet 43 years old until his death. He was in his prime but was tortured by illness and looked older than those in his fifties and sixties.
Seeing his father's 'young' appearance, Lin Mo still felt weird, as if he was not used to it.
As the saying goes, there is nothing wrong with having money to do things well.
The attending physician, who has never been free, heard from the accompanying nurse that the Lin family had prepaid the hospitalization fee, so he immediately took out his precious time and called a few nurses to the ward.
After careful examination, filming and laboratory tests, and finally discussing with other doctors, the attending physician announced with great regret: "The patient's left leg is seriously injured and must be amputated from the thigh, and the right leg below the knee also needs to be amputated. Otherwise, the patient's life will be in danger."
The old lady clutched her heart and spread it out on the chair, tears streaming down her face, unable to utter a single word.
Lin Mo felt a sudden blackness in front of his eyes. Could it be that he could only keep half of his father's thigh after being reborn
"What if we send him to the provincial hospital? Will that save his leg?" Lin Mo clenched his fists and asked.
The doctor was a little unhappy when he heard it, and glanced at the rustic clothes of the Lin family, and said eccentrically: "The medical equipment in the provincial hospital is more advanced than ours. If you send it there, it shouldn't be too much trouble to save the patient's right leg." Problem. However, the cost of the provincial hospital is not comparable to those of our small places. If there is no reimbursement, the average family may not be able to afford it.”
Money can still be earned, but once the opportunity for medical treatment is gone, it will be gone forever.
"What about the left leg? Can the left leg be saved?"
"If the operation is arranged within tomorrow, there is hope that the left leg above the knee can be preserved."
"Then how much will it cost to send it to the provincial hospital?"
The doctor said lightly, "At least 50,000 to 60,000." The mouth behind the mask twitched disdainfully, and added casually, "If you undergo amputation here, about 20,000 is enough."