Twenty Years of Wrongdoing, My Family Wants Fake Goods And Don't Want Me

Chapter 8 Old Man Song (100 evaluation votes plus more)

Now he only has more than 1,800 yuan on hand.

Moreover, there are more than one thousand yuan to pay tuition and miscellaneous fees for more than one thousand eight hundred yuan.

He can use only eight hundred yuan.

Eight hundred yuan, how would he buy a computer?

Even if he buys the accessories and assembles it himself… that is not something he can take down.

After visiting the Computer City for a while, Chen Fan smiled bitterly when he saw the latest Pentium series with a top-level configuration costing as high as 20,000 yuan.

This price is absolutely unaffordable for him now.

But what he wants to do must have a computer.

Even if you continue to sell second-hand, you have to sell it for a month to earn 2W.

But how will this money come from?

Hey, take one step as one step.

Now he has no other way.

Pick up your old business first.

Chen Fan went to the waste recycling station to find Mr. Zhang and collected a large bag of second-hand goods.

After the collection, he returned home with a bunch of second-hand goods and bought vegetables.

When he first arrived home and just prepared the meal, when he looked at the delicious and delicious braised pork, when he thought of the old man Song who had taken good care of him in his previous life, he carried the braised pork and prepared to share it with him.

But when he opened the door of the old man’s house, he saw him lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Chen Fan was frightened at once.

“Master!?”

“Master, don’t scare me!”

“Master…”

Mr. Song didn’t respond to him, and he didn’t wake up no matter how much he pushed.

Chen Fan hurriedly put down the braised pork to test his father’s breath.

The old man’s breathing was extremely weak.

fine.

It’s always alive.

Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried towards the hospital with his father on his back.

In his previous life, he didn’t respect Mr. Song properly, which was his second biggest regret in his previous life besides not studying.

In the past, Mr. Song always gave him a bite every time he saw that he had no food to eat, even if he didn’t have any rations.

Although he looked very harsh, sometimes even a fierce and serious little old man, the children of other families were basically afraid of Old Man Song and were unwilling to deal with Old Man Song.

But he felt his hot red heart from Song Old Man’s words.

…

“It’s nothing serious. Chronic gastritis plus a bit of high blood pressure and bronchitis, plus a bit of malnutrition.”

The nurse’s expression was very bad, and she accused him, “How can your family members make the elderly malnourished? The elderly are already weak, and they don’t want to eat well. It’s only strange if they don’t go to the hospital. Fortunately, the problem is not big now. I’ll be recuperating at home, but I’m going to be hospitalized for observation for a period of time these days, so you can take the bill and pay the bill first.”

The nurse was holding a lot of bills with an indifferent expression, “It’s a total of one thousand and two hundred yuan, the hospital fee plus medical expenses, and some miscellaneous expenses you pay.”

After taking the list, Chen Fan didn’t have any extra thoughts, and handed in all the money left over after collecting the waste.

After paying the fee, he only had forty yuan left on him.

After paying the fee, he entered the ward with a lot of bills.

The old man Song, lying on the hospital bed, looked extremely thin, and looked extremely empty in his large hospital gown.

Chen Fan felt very distressed.

Old man Song also has a son and a daughter, but in these years, he has never seen his son and daughter come back to see him.

From his last life to the end, Old Man Song lived alone in this little earth embryo house, basking outside every day, and the only person he knew was him.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan actually felt a little bit of pity for the same illness.

Not long after, about an hour passed—a familiar voice sounded.

“Fanfan… why are you here, where are you?”

Elder Song on the hospital bed opened his eyes and stared at him with muddy eyes.

“This is the hospital.” Chen Fan cut an apple. “Your old man was sick and didn’t say a word. Fortunately, I found it early when I went back. The nurse said you were malnourished. Old man, did you have a bad meal?”

Father Song stared at him, “I’m going to be discharged from the hospital. The hospital is where the money is swallowed. Old man, I am in good health! Let Laozi be discharged from the hospital! When Laozi used to beat the devil, your child didn’t know where it was!!!”

Chen Fan laughed. “If you can’t get out, I have paid the inspection fee, so you can stay here with peace of mind.”*