"Dabao! Dabao!" The old man almost couldn't breathe, shouting louder and louder.
Ji Lianhuo stepped forward quickly, and when he saw Ji Dabao's appearance, he was stunned for a moment, then stood there and reacted immediately.
"You sold everything, didn't you!" Ji Lianhuo grabbed Li Daquan's collar, his eyes red, "Where's the money! Money!"
"What money, I..." Li Daquan was still about to speak harshly, but he saw the young man smashing the bottle violently, holding the broken bottle in one hand, and grabbing his ear with the other.
His ears were about to be cut off. Li Daquan screamed in fear, his mouth reacting faster than his brain.
"The money is in my sewn inside pocket!"
Ji Lianhuo quickly cut open Li Daquan's clothes with pieces of wine bottles, and finally found a small stack of money in a hidden pocket. At a glance, he saw that it was only over fifty.
He sold items worth thousands of dollars for more than fifty.
Ji Lianhuo clenched his teeth and raised his foot to kick Li Daquan's chest. Without any time to think, Ji Lianhuo picked up Ji Dabao who had fainted and rushed out of the yard to the clinic in the alley.
When the doctor at the clinic saw Ji Dabao's condition, his breathing was so weak that it was almost undetectable, and he quickly pointed another way.
"We can't cure it! Take the child to the hospital quickly!"
Ji Lianhuo didn't know how long he had been running. He only heard the whistling wind in his ears, his own breathing, and his brain that was almost unable to think.
The hospital emergency department immediately admitted Ji Dabao. Ji Lianhuo stood there and watched the medical staff trotting away the child. After a long time, his consciousness slowly returned.
"Family members will go and complete the procedures and pay the fee." After briefly asking about the child's condition, the nurse comforted the young man in front of her, "Don't worry, your child will be fine."
Watching the nurse leave, Ji Lianhuo looked around, holding more than fifty yuan in his pocket, and kept asking where to go to complete the procedures and pay.
"Does your child have medical insurance?" asked the staff at the registration and payment window.
"...No." Through the thick glass, Ji Lianhuo's eyes were a little confused.
"The total is one hundred and seventeen." The staff looked at the young man, "Cash or credit card."
Ji Lianhuo lowered his head, took out all the money in his pocket, and put it into the metal groove. The staff member paused and counted the money, "This is fifty-seven yuan and eighty cents, which is still a lot less."
"I..." Ji Lianhuo's face turned pale, "I only have this money left."
The staff was silent for a moment, and the people in line behind the boy were already a little impatient.
“If you don’t have money, go get it quickly!”
"You want to be on the hospital's payroll at such a young age?"
"You've been stuck here for a long time!"
"Keep your ID card here and collect some money as soon as possible." The staff member said helplessly, "Your child may have to be hospitalized in the future, and it will cost more than this."
Ji Lianhuo kept the ID card he carried with him at the hospital, and walked out of the hospital gate with empty eyes. He looked at the flow of people outside and sat on the steps in front of the hospital gate for a long time.
As the sky grew dark, the young man slowly took out a ledger from his pocket, held the edge of the book and moved it back a little. The pages were like fluttering white butterflies. After a moment, he stopped in the middle, revealing a paper note inside.
On the paper is a series of beautiful numbers.
'It was my last life-saving straw.
Will he come?
Does he feel like I was bothering him, or maybe even hate me?'
Ji Lianhuo didn't dare to think too much or even think about it. He held the phone and pressed the numeric keys one by one. Listening to the "beep, beep" sound coming from the receiver, he clenched his fists involuntarily.
"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the phone was like a clear spring striking a stone. Ji Lianhuo bit his lower lip hard and heard his own trembling voice.
"Brother Zhaomou..."
After Wang Zhaomou received the call, he immediately ended the meeting at hand and rushed to the hospital with Lao Qi.
The boy stood in the canteen next to the hospital. In order not to block the customers coming in and out, he stood in the corner and tried to minimize his presence.
Every time a customer came in, the bell on the canteen would ring. Ji Lianhuo looked up and found that he was not the person he was waiting for. He slowly lowered his eyes and continued to wait.
The bell rang again and again, and customers left one after another. The boy lowered his head again and again, his shoulders that were not broad and calm, and his whole body was about to droop into the dust.
"jingle."
The canteen owner looked up and saw a handsome and elegant man wearing narrow gold-rimmed glasses and a black coat, with a cold air, pushing open the old glass door with red letters on it.
The man's facial features were more delicate than anything he had ever seen before, and his figure was slender and pleasing to the eye. As soon as he entered the door, the atmosphere in the canteen seemed to light up a little.
Before the canteen owner came back to his senses, he saw the young man who had been standing in the corner walking out with red eyes, looking at the man silently, his lips pressed tightly, trying not to let tears fall.
The young man's eyes were filled with tears, and his expression showed unspeakable pain and strength.
Wang Zhaomou was stunned for a moment and looked at the canteen owner.
"That's what." The canteen owner finally regained his composure and pointed at the boy, "He made a landline phone call, and it was thirty cents."
Wang Zhaomou took out his wallet, pulled out a brand new ten-dollar bill, and casually took two packages of bread and mineral water from the store, signaling to the boss that he didn't need to look for them anymore.
After leaving the canteen, Wang Zhaomou took the boy into the hospital. Lao Qi had already completed the hospitalization procedures for Ji Dabao, paid the hospitalization fee in advance, redeemed Ji Lianhuo's ID card, and handed it to Wang Zhaomou with both hands.
Ji Dabao was not allowed to visit yet. Wang Zhaomou and Ji Lianhuo stood outside the ward, watching the young man's mood calm down little by little. Wang Zhaomou handed the water and bread, along with Ji Lianhuo's ID card, to the young man in front of him, said,
"It's okay. You were right to call me."
Wang Zhaomou watched the young man slowly raise his eyes, as if he had made some decision, and his body suddenly sank.
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