Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

"Dabao! Dabao!" The old man almost couldn't breathe, and shouted louder and louder.

Ji Lianhuo stepped forward quickly, and when he saw Ji Dabao's appearance, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted when he stood where he was.

"You sold everything, didn't you!" Ji Lianhuo grabbed Li Daquan's collar, his eyes were red, "Money! Money!"

"What money, I..." Li Daquan still wanted to speak hard, but saw the young man smash the wine bottle, holding the broken wine bottle in one hand, and grabbed his ear with the other.

The ear was about to be cut off, Li Daquan screamed in fright, his mouth reacted faster than his brain.

"The money is in the inside pocket I sewed!"

Ji Lianhuo quickly cut open Li Daquan's clothes with fragments of a wine bottle, and finally found a small stack of money in a hidden pocket. At a glance, it was only more than 50.

Things that cost thousands of dollars were sold by him for more than 50.

Gritting his teeth tightly, Ji Lianhuo raised his foot and kicked Li Daquan's chest hard. Before he had time to think, Ji Lianhuo picked up Ji Dabao who passed out, and rushed out of the yard to the clinic at the alley.

The doctor at the clinic saw Ji Dabao's condition, his breathing was so weak that he could hardly notice it, so he quickly pointed out another way.

"We can't cure this! Take the child to the hospital!"

Ji Lianhuo didn't know how long he had been running, he could only hear the whistling wind in his ears, his own panting, and his brain that was almost unable to think.

The emergency department of the hospital immediately received Ji Dabao. Ji Lianhuo stood where he was, watching the medical staff trot away to take the child away. After a long time, his consciousness slowly returned.

"The family members go to make up the formalities and pay the fee." After briefly inquiring about the child's situation, the nurse comforted the boy in front of him, "Don't worry, your child will be fine."

Watching the nurse leave, Ji Lianhuo looked around, holding the 50 yuan in his pocket, and kept asking where to go to pay the fee.

"Does the child have medical insurance?" the staff at the registration and payment window asked.

"...No." Through the thick glass, Ji Lianhuo's eyes were a little dazed.

"A total of one hundred and seven." The staff looked at the boy, "Cash or credit card."

Ji Lianhuo lowered his head, turned all the money out of his pocket, and put it into the metal groove. The staff paused and counted the money, "It's 57 yuan and eighty cents, which is much worse."

"I..." Ji Lianhuo's face turned pale, "I only have this money left."

The staff was silent for a moment, and the people who lined up behind the boy were a little impatient.

"If you don't have any money, hurry up and collect it!"

"Do you want to rely on the hospital's account at a young age?"

"I've been stuck with you for a long time!"

"Put your ID card here, hurry up and collect money." The staff member said helplessly, "Your child may have to be hospitalized later, it's more than this money."

Ji Lianhuo kept his ID card in the hospital, and walked out of the hospital gate with empty eyes, watching the flow of people coming and going outside, and sat on the steps in front of the hospital gate for a long time.

As the sky was getting darker, the young man slowly took out an accounting book from his pocket, pinched the edge of the book and moved it back a little bit, the paper pages were like flying white butterflies, and stopped in the middle after a while, revealing a sticky note inside Paper.

On the paper is a string of beautiful numbers.

It was my last straw.

Will he come?

Do you feel that you are overreaching, or even hate yourself?

Ji Lianhuo didn't dare to think too much, didn't even dare to think, held the microphone, pressed the number keys one by one, and listened to the sound of "beep, beep" from the receiver, he clenched his fist involuntarily.

"Hello?" The voice from the microphone was like a spring hitting a stone. Ji Lianhuo bit his lower lip hard and heard his trembling voice.

"Brother Zhaomou..."

After Wang Zhaomou received the call, he immediately ended the meeting at hand and took Lao Qi to the hospital.

The boy was standing in the canteen next to the hospital. In order not to block the customers who came in and out, he stood in the corner and minimized 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 lowered his eyes slowly and continued to wait.

The bell rang again and again, customers left one after another, the young man lowered his head again and again, his shoulders were not broad, and his whole body was about to sink into the dust.

"jingle."

The owner of the canteen looked up and saw a handsome and elegant man wearing narrow-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses and a black overcoat, pushing open the old glass door with red lettering on it.

The man's facial features were exquisite like never before, and his body was slender and pleasing to the eye. As soon as he entered the door, the light bulbs in the canteen seemed to be a little brighter.

The owner of the canteen hadn't recovered yet, and saw the boy who had been standing in the corner just now, came out with red eye circles, looked at the man silently, pursed his lips tightly, trying not to let tears fall.

The boy's eyes were full of tears, his expression was of unspeakable pain, and the strength he was trying to build up.

Wang Zhaomou was stunned for a moment, then looked at the owner of the commissary.

"That's what." The owner of the commissary finally regained his strength and pointed at the young man, "He called the landline, thirty cents."

Wang Zhaomou took out his wallet, took out a brand new ten-yuan note, and took two packs of bread and mineral water from the store, signaling the boss not to look for it anymore.

After leaving the canteen, Wang Zhaomou led the young man into the hospital. Lao Qi had completed the procedures for Ji Dabao's hospitalization, paid the hospital fee in advance, redeemed Ji Lianhuo's ID card, and handed it to Wang Zhaomou with both hands.

Ji Dabao was not allowed to be visited yet, Wang Zhaomou and Ji Lianhuo stood outside the ward, watching the young man's mood ease up a little bit, Wang Zhaomou handed the water and bread, together with Ji Lianhuo's ID card, to the young man in front of him, with a tone of voice wind.

"It's okay, you are right to call me."

Wang Zhaomou watched the boy slowly raise his eyes, as if he had made some decision, his body sank suddenly.

Wang Zhaomou subconsciously raised his hand to support the boy's body.

Without kneeling down, Ji Lianhuo's eyes turned red.

"Brother Zhaomou..." The young man looked at the man in front of him with serious and firm eyes, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I can do anything, I'm in good health, I..."

Using his arms, Wang Zhaomou quickly lifted the boy up, feeling that his lifeline was almost cut short.

Don't mess around! ! !

Asking the head of the Leng family to kneel down to him in the future, this is not a problem that can be solved by going bankrupt!

Ji Lianhuo was firmly supported, and his heart was full of discomfort.

He doesn't want himself.

Ji Lianhuo raised his eyes in despair, but in the man's eyes, he couldn't see the disgust he expected.

"Don't say such things." Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes and spoke in a calm tone, trying to stabilize the boy's emotions.

"Lian Huo, you can pay it back slowly."

The man called out his name between his lips and teeth, Ji Lianhuo's heart moved with the man's tone, and then his heart beat like a drum, and the blood all over his body began to be inexplicably restless.

Only then did Ji Lianhuo suddenly realize how close he was to him now.

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital could not cover up the faint scent of the man's body. Ji Lianhuo moved forward uncontrollably, and saw the man's meticulous suit under the black coat.

Wang Zhaomou sensed the boy's approach, and felt pity in his heart for no reason.

It's like seeing a stray dog ​​covered in wounds on the street, standing there looking at it, you may only feel that it is pitiful, but when this dirty puppy sees you, its eyes are full of fragility, dragging its wounds If it's coming towards you hard, then you can't go on, just stand by and watch.

Although I don't know what happened to Ji Lianhuo, as an elder, I can still give him some comfort.

Taking advantage of the situation, Wang Zhaomou slowly hugged the boy in front of him tightly, and patted the boy's thin back.

Ji Lianhuo foolishly fell into this hug, the tip of his nose, lips and cheeks touched the dark blue suit under the man's coat, and the surroundings were full of good smells from the other party.

Ji Lianhuo never knew that a hug could be so warm, the man's body seemed to have gravity, so that he could sink down and cling to him with all his body and mind.

But I still want to be tighter.

Wang Zhaomou felt the young man's arm wrap around his waist, and for some reason, it got tighter and tighter.

For the first time, Wang Zhaomou was amazed that the youth in front of him, with strength different from his appearance, could hold a grown man until he couldn't breathe.

The doctor came out of the ward in a timely manner and rescued Mr. Wang who was almost carried to hypoxia.

"Who are the children's family members?"

Hearing the voice, Ji Lianhuo came back to his senses, quickly relaxed his arms, and saw the wrinkled clothes in front of Wang Zhaomou at a glance.

"He is." Wang Zhaomou gestured to the boy, took a step back, and left the hug.

"The child's condition has stabilized." The doctor looked at the despondent teenager in front of him in a strange way.

"It is preliminarily inferred that it is a breath-holding attack and malnutrition. Considering that this may affect the normal development of the child, it is necessary to intervene as soon as possible."

Listening to the doctor's instructions, Ji Lianhuo nodded seriously, and when the doctor left, the two walked into the ward and saw Ji Dabao who was just waking up.

"Woo." Ji Dabao stretched out his hand to Wang Zhaomou weakly, remembering the milk powder and diapers he had lost, and suddenly fell into a state of grievance again, whimpering like a kitten.

"Dabao, it's all right." Ji Lianhuo stepped forward to comfort his nephew, while Wang Zhaomou stood behind the young man, his eyes moved slightly, and he sent a message to Lao Qi.

After a while, Lao Qi walked in carrying the plastic basin for the child to use in the hospital, toothbrush and toothbrush, various daily necessities, a brand new can of milk powder, and a pack of diapers.

"Don't go out this week." Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo, and lightly put his hand on the young man's shoulder.

"Don't worry about anything else, take good care of the child until he recovers."

"Aww!" Seeing this, Ji Dabao twisted his weak body excitedly, and almost turned on the mic with tears in his eyes, singing "A Good Man's Life Is Safe" to the young man in front of him.

Ji Lianhuo stared blankly at the sharp joint on his shoulder, which looked like a hand for holding a pen, and subconsciously nodded obediently.

"I paid enough medical expenses for you in advance." Wang Zhaomou stopped, raised his glasses lightly, his eyes fell on the young man, and his tone was calm.

"I will ask the best pediatrician to give Dabao a detailed examination, what do you think?"

"Thank you...Brother Zhaomou." Ji Lianhuo was watched, his ears turned red involuntarily, and his mind was full of the scene of hugging the person in front of him just now.

I really want to cling to him, tighter, hug him again.

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The author has something to say:

Xiao Ji (shy): Brother Zhaomou, Tie Tie~

Mr. Wang (difficulty breathing): Help...

Maotao (not to be outdone.jpg): Great, stick it!Chirp~