No problem.
The three words "Senior Cao" were concise and to the point. His handso, beautiful black pupils gazed at her with a gentle smile, as if saying the mother would be fine, or perhaps that she would be fine?
At night, lying on the dormitory bed, perhaps because she slept too much during the day, she opened her eyes and couldn’t sleep. She looked at the window and could vaguely see traces of the snow and wind hitting the glass at night.
Getting up to sit for a while, Second Senior Sister had sothing to do tonight and went ho. She didn’t stay overnight in the dormitory. Speaking of which, she also really missed ho. After going to the obstetrics departnt, she increasingly sensed the greatness of motherhood. She missed her mom.
She originally wanted to call ho today, but feared that while talking to her mother, she would recall last night’s scenes with the new mothers and couldn’t help but feel a sting in her nose.
Picked up her phone to check the ti, opened the ssage box to see the text Senior Cao sent her after he got ho before bedti:
"Very beautiful. I really like it."
Senior Cao was very kind. She guessed that no matter what she gave, he would say he liked it. Xie Wanying couldn’t help but smile at this.
At ho, Cao Yong actually stared at the new handkerchief she sent, a bit puzzled: Why was the color she sent this ti completely different from the last one? Last ti it was blue, this ti it was directly brown.
Perhaps she thought he would like handkerchiefs of all colors. If that were the case, what color would she send next ti, green?
No, a single-minded person would never think that much. Like the day she gave the blue one, it was just because she felt Senior Cao’s smile was as sunny as the blue sky. This ti, sending the brown one, she rely recalled Senior Cao running to the ergency room to see her that day, feeling that Senior Cao would look dashing in a brown British-style trench coat.
Lying down to continue sleeping. Suddenly, the phone rang with a ssage. Xie Wanying picked it up to take a look. It was from an unknown number, saying: Can you lend so money?
Almost without thinking, Student Geng’s face popped into her mind.
Another ssage followed: Sorry, I sent it to the wrong person.
She quickly tapped a reply on her phone: "I can lend you, how much do you need?"
After a long silence on the other side, a ssage ca: 500.
"Is 500 enough?"
Her usual questioning might have made the other side realize that she guessed the story, and there was no further response.
Both were well-known impoverished students in the class, and Xie Wanying was more likely than the counselor and class monitor to guess Student Geng’s reason for frugally sending money ho.
Simply because the family is poor, poor people will not let a child who can go to college send money back ho to support living expenses. Her mother was like that. Living expenses don’t cost much for the poor. If they can let you go to college, there’s one less person at ho to feed, so why would they say living expenses are insufficient instead?
For her and Student Geng, with tuition and accommodation fees, over the years, with the counselor’s help, these were almost brought down to zero. Daily living expenses were not strained due to scholarships and other aids.
She didn’t believe Student Geng didn’t, like her, work part-ti, and should have been able to save money beyond personal expenses, not to the point of barely eating.
One explanation remained: Student Geng’s family had a long-term patient who needed money.
Expensive dical expenses are indeed the last straw that crushes a poor family. This holds true in both developing and developed countries.
Regardless of who, the dical expenses required to cure a disease are almost equal. Because of this, many lives have to be abandoned due to money.
This abandonnt often isn’t just about the patient’s life, but also about the treatnt’s effect, the patient’s physical condition, and life quality in various aspects. Accumulated over ti like a sand pile, it eventually collapses.
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