The doorman was in his early fifties, and he talked a lot, and he chattered to Fang Han a lot about this Uncle Feng on the short road.

This Uncle Feng is in his early seventies this year, and was formerly a professor of the Chinese Department of Jiangzhou Jiaotong University, and Uncle Feng's wife is also very good, a very kind old lady.

The old couple met when Uncle Feng went to the countryside, the old lady was illiterate, but Uncle Feng was a professor in the Chinese department, it is said that such a pair of combinations is absolutely difficult for a long time.

But in fact, Uncle Feng and his wife are very affectionate, and the two have been together for nearly 50 years.

The old lady was injured when she was young, she was sick, and she couldn't have children, but Uncle Feng never disliked his wife, the two old people have never had children, and Uncle Feng has always been consistent with the old lady.

"Didn't the two of them adopt a child?" Fang Han asked.

"I heard that I adopted a child, it was a boy, but when the child grew up, he disliked Uncle Feng all day long, dressed old-fashioned, and liked to pick up garbage, so many years have not had any contact, I heard that the child seems to recognize his biological parents. ”

The two of them were talking and walking, when the doorman was suddenly startled, and the miner's lamp in his hand hit the distance, and on the ground not far away, an old man in an overcoat was lying flat on the ground.

Seeing someone lying on the ground, Fang Han and the door both quickened their pace.

"Uncle Feng!" Seeing the old man's face clearly, the doorman exclaimed again.

"This is Uncle Feng?" Fang Han was a little surprised.

Originally, after hearing so much from the doorman, Fang Han thought that this Uncle Feng should look like that kind of erudite and talented old man, but he never thought that this Uncle Feng was full of wrinkles, and the whole person looked older than his actual age.

"Uncle Feng!"

The old man was still conscious at this time, but his brows were furrowed, his hands were covering his abdomen, and he looked extremely painful.

"It's Xiao Lu. ”

Fang Han had already squatted down at this time, touched the old man's wrist with one hand, and asked, "Old man, where are you uncomfortable?"

"Stomach aches, it's out of the way. The old man gritted his teeth and held on, barely squeezing out a smile: "I know my situation, I shouldn't have eaten that bowl of dumplings, but I still can't bear it, she doesn't understand, she finally did it, and she wants to eat dumplings for the New Year." ”

"Master Lu, call the emergency number immediately. Fang Han had already judged by the pulse that the old man's condition was very serious and his life was in danger.

"Good. Master Lu hurriedly took out his mobile phone to make a call, and at the same time comforted Uncle Feng.

"Uncle Feng, you hold on, Doctor Fang is a doctor, the level is very high, I will call the emergency number. ”

As he spoke, the phone had been connected, and the emergency dispatch center on the other side of the phone asked Master Lu about the situation.

"Tell them that rectal cancer is suspected, intestinal obstruction...... Critically ill. Fang Han said.

Master Lu hurriedly said the situation, and then squatted down again, just now he was in a hurry and forgot that Uncle Feng had been suffering from rectal cancer for half a year.

Fang Han also understood what the old man meant by what he said just now.

He actually knows his own situation, rectal cancer, such a disease can not eat dumplings, can only eat some easily digestible food or liquid food.

"Master Lu, let's take Uncle Feng to the guard room first, it's too cold on the ground. As he spoke, Fang Han handed over the miner's lamp he had just brought over to the doorman, and then picked up the old man, and Master Lu hurriedly led the way.

After entering the guard room, Fang Han put the old man on the bed in the guard room, and then used massage techniques to help Uncle Feng relieve his pain.

With Fang Han's massage, Uncle Feng recovered a little, and he was not so painful, and he struggled to get up.

"Uncle Feng, your current situation is very dangerous. Fang Han hurriedly pressed the old man.

"No, when I picked up the garbage just now, I picked up a square wrapped in newspaper, which was full of money, someone must have thrown the wrong garbage, and if people found it at this time, they would definitely be in a hurry......

The doorman looked at Fang Han, he and Fang Han were planning to find Uncle Feng just now.

"It's 100,000 yuan, isn't it?" Fang Han smiled and said, "I lost the thing, you don't have to worry, lie down in peace." ”

Uncle Feng was skeptical: "Young man, did you really lose it?"

"The trash can on the side of Building No. 5 is wrapped in newspapers, 100,000 yuan, right?" Fang Han said about the situation.

Uncle Feng believed it at this time, and hurriedly said: "Young man, I'll go get it for you, pay attention next time, don't dare to be so careless." ”

Fang Han pressed Uncle Feng again: "You can lie down well, you are in danger now, and the ambulance will be there soon." ”

"I still have to go back, my wife is waiting at home, I don't come back for a long time, she will be worried. ”

The doorman hurriedly said, "Uncle Feng, you lie down in peace, I'll go tell my aunt." As he spoke, he was about to go out.

Uncle Feng shouted again: "Remember to let her bring things over." ”

"I see. The doorman answered, and strode out the door.

After the doorman left, Uncle Feng didn't struggle anymore, but he couldn't help muttering: "I don't have to go to the hospital for this disease, it's not good." ”

"Old man, there is no bad disease in this world, even cancer can be cured, you must first have faith and hope. ”

"I'm an old man, I've lived to be over seventy years old, it's enough, why spend more. ”

"You are always a university professor, and the country will reimburse you for hospitalization, and the reimbursement rate is not low. Fang Han had already heard from the doorman just now, the old man was a professor of the Department of Literature of Jiangzhou Jiaotong University.

Not to mention that the old man is a university professor, even if he is an ordinary teacher, as long as there is an establishment, not to mention the salary, the benefits are still good, and the hospitalization reimbursement rate is very high, almost 95 percent.

Fang Han wondered, with the situation of the elderly, sick and hospitalized, Jiangzhou Jiaotong University should be fully responsible, how could he look down on the disease?

The old man waved his hand: "Why waste national resources, I'm an old man, even if I have surgery, I won't live long, it's better to leave resources to people who need them more." ”

This cold is completely moved.

The old man's mind is really admirable.

In a sense, the old man's thoughts are even a little stupid, a little stupid, but it is this stupidity that makes people have to be moved.

What kind of realm can make an old man have such a high consciousness and have such a high feeling.

When I am sick, I can enjoy all kinds of benefits, but because I feel that I am old, I would rather give this kind of welfare and this kind of resource to people who need it more, and I bear the pain of my illness, even during the illness, I still pick up garbage and donate to the charity fund.

Maybe the old man himself doesn't know, even if he doesn't go to the doctor and doesn't enjoy this benefit, this benefit may not be able to be given to others.

Just now the doorman said that the old man was selfless and worthy of admiration, Fang Han's feelings were not very deep at that time, but at this moment, he was really impressed by the old man.

This is a truly selfless and selfless old man who deserves to be respected, and a scholar who deserves respect.

"Old man, don't think like this, not only can you not think like this, you also have to live, live well, because only if you live, you can influence more people, even if you affect one more person, it is definitely more valuable than the medical resources you save. ”

The old man was a little surprised, he didn't expect Fang Han to say such a thing.

"You're overestimating me, young man. The old man sighed: "I don't actually do anything, I just do my duty to do things, I eat, wear, live, I am very happy, I am happy to help others, then I am even happier." ”

Fang Han's eyes were a little moist.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, the old man is very pitiful and pathetic.

Obviously, he has a high pension, can enjoy better benefits, and can live a better life, but he donated all his money, scavenged by himself, and saved money, which is sad, pitiful, and lamentable.

Even in the eyes of some, the elderly are classified as neurotics.

But as for the old man himself, he feels that he is very happy, and he is even happier when he helps others.

couldn't help but think of an issue that had been discussed in society.

What is Happiness?

Sometimes the happiness index is very low, such as the old man in front of him, he thinks that he is very happy if he eats, wears, lives, and can help others.

But sometimes the happiness index is very high.

Some people live in luxury houses, drive luxury cars, and are surrounded by beautiful women like clouds, holding heavy power, but they are still unhappy.

"Old man, you underestimate yourself too much. Fang Han held the old man's hand, paid attention to the old man's situation at any time, and at the same time did ideological work for the old man: "Everyone has their own value, some people are of great value, some people are of little value, your old value is great, you should always cherish yourself more......"

"Old man!"

Fang Han and the old man were talking, there was an anxious shout outside, and then the door was pushed open, and an old lady of sixty-five or sixteen years old walked in with the doorman.

The old lady was still holding a cuboid in her arms.

"Old man, are you alright?" the old lady walked to the old man's side, there were no tears in her eyes, only care on her face, she did not cry, this is also a strong old man, an old man worthy of admiration.

"I'm fine, and you don't know about my situation. Old Feng smiled slightly, and reluctantly took the cuboid from the old lady's hand: "Young man, the thing is returned to the original owner." ”

Fang Han stretched out his hand to take it and put it aside casually: "Thank you, old." ”

"I should thank you, if it weren't for you, I might have passed the old man. Feng Lao squeezed out a smile, even at this time, even if he was dying, the smile on his face never broke.

The old lady held Feng Lao's hand, with a smile on her face and tenderness in her eyes.

At this moment, Fang Han finally understood why these two old men, one was a university professor and the other was illiterate, but the two of them were able to come to this day, and their love was as good as ever.

On the surface, they don't seem to be the same kind of people, but in fact they are the same kind of people, they have the same feelings, the same spirit, the same greatness......

: There are a lot of greatness in life, there are a lot of touches, of course, there is a lot of darkness, the daughter hopes to write more light, write more touching, try to write well, ask for a ticket, this week actually fell to twenty after the fall, is it written regression?