At about half past seven in the evening, He Xiuxiu suddenly said that she wanted to go to the hospital to see Hui'er. She asked Sandao if she wanted to go with her, because it was almost time for Sandao to get off work, and now there were no customers in the store. If Sandao is willing to go together, then it will be considered Sandao to get off work now.

In this regard, Sandao nodded in agreement. Anyway, when he got home from work, he didn't have anything to do except practice, so he sat on the bed in a daze and was bored, and it was better to walk with He Xiuxiu. Maybe I'll be able to meet something interesting.

Thinking so, he immediately took the key handed by He Xiuxiu and locked the door of the Minshengtang.

After a few minutes of silence in He Xiuxiu's car, both of them were obviously a little helpless. Each of them should have wanted to say something to ease the inexplicably oppressive and awkward atmosphere. But for a while, the two didn't know how to speak and what to say.

"Tell me, how do you plan to repay the 400,000!" In the end, He Xiuxiu took the lead in speaking, her expression was a little stagnant and a little annoyed. She is still a little dissatisfied with the things that Sandao should inherit from her own opinions.

Of course, what she is dissatisfied with must not be to repay the debt for Li Pearl. What she is dissatisfied with should be Sandao's self-assertiveness. However, this dissatisfaction obviously can't make her erase her good impression of Sandao in her heart.

"How can you pay it back?" Sandao pursed his somewhat chapped lips, rolled his eyes and said, "First of all, it depends on how many tens of thousands you have in your bank card!" He said as if jokingly: "If there are 400,000, then it is the best!"

"Bah!" He Xiuxiu glared at Sandao with extreme disdain, "You really have a good calculation!"

"No?" Sandao said with a drooping face, "400,000 no, 300,000 is always there!" he said as he kept an eye on He Xiuxiu's facial expressions.

"There will always be 200,000 of them!"

"100,000, 100,000!"

He looked at He Xiuxiu's expression like a lake that was slowly frozen, becoming more and more serious and indifferent.

"Fifty thousand, no less!"

"Twenty thousand, twenty thousand?"

"Ten thousand, ten thousand!"

In the end, he went from a joke at the beginning to a compromise with a confused face.

"Mom, what have you been doing all these years? Then your dad didn't leave you an inheritance?"

"He left this shop!" He Xiuxiu said in a deep voice.

Silence suddenly invaded, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into an inexplicable silence again. Sandao looked at He Xiuxiu blankly for a while, then leaned back and slowly closed his eyes.

……

After driving for about half an hour, the car came to Jincheng Central Hospital. After getting out of the car, He Xiuxiu came to the inpatient building where Hui'er was located with three knives.

As soon as he walked into the ward, Sandao saw Hui'er lying on the bed. She still looked a little pale, and there was a soft needle buried in the back of her left hand for hanging drips. A transparent hose ran from her left waist and eventually joined a boxy transparent container. There were blisters gurgling in the container, and a little blood was oozing from the transparent hose from time to time. This appears to be undoubtedly used to drain the congestion that remains in the thoracic cavity of the lungs after the surgery.

A middle-aged woman in her mid-teens is sleeping on a simple folding chair on the side of a hospital bed, either Hui'er's mother or a relative.

This room has a total of two beds. On the other bed lay a gray-haired grandmother, listening to an old man with also gray hair sitting next to her bed.

"Hui'er!" He Xiuxiu called softly as soon as she entered the door.

Hui'er hadn't slept yet, she was in a daze with empty eyes. Maybe there are some memories and conjectures that can make her forget the pain for a while. When she was moved back to her thoughts by He Xiuxiu's shout, she immediately found the three knives that came with her.

"Crow's mouth!" she muttered in a sullen tone, but there was clearly no real blame for Sandao in her words. They all know this.

"Yes, yes!" Sandao opened his mouth to cater to her, saying, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and then the gossip between the two women began. Sandao immediately felt that he had nothing to do, he looked left and right, and then looked again, and then said to himself: "Well, the recovery is quite fast!"

Then he set his eyes on the gray-haired grandmother. From the conversation between her and her wife, it was not difficult for Sandao to guess that she should have surgery tomorrow, and she was inevitably a little nervous. The disease is undoubtedly the same as Hui'er, but I don't know if it's benign or malignant. But according to Sandao's observations and inferences, she should be fine.

Not long after, a good-looking male doctor walked in with a nurse. He looked left and right, and finally nodded to Hui'er, and said, "Well, the recovery is quite fast!" Then he whispered a few words to the grandmother, and then walked out.

At this time, Sandao saw that the old man who was talking and laughing with Grandma walked out with the doctor. Sandao heard the old man call out to the doctor, and out of curiosity, Sandao walked out of the ward seemingly unintentionally.

In the empty hallway, Sandao watched as the old man took out a wrinkled red envelope from his somewhat old trouser pocket and handed it to the doctor.

"Doctor Hu, I'll have to bother you tomorrow!"

He heard the old man say this very respectfully. He said in his heart, "Damn, what does he think of doctors!"

As soon as Sandao finished saying these words in his heart, he saw that the male doctor actually took the old man's red envelope under a slight look, "Don't worry, it's a minimally invasive operation!" The doctor said and stuffed the red envelope into his pocket, and then turned away with a smile.

Sandao froze in place for a while, and then his heart became angry as if something had exploded, "I'll fuck you a fragrant bazi, you're a fucking doctor, doctor!" He yelled in his heart: "Is that thing you should receive, that's people's hard-earned money, not people's fragrant babas." ”

He couldn't help but take a step, obviously trying to lash out at the doctor. Or, this old man. But then he suddenly stopped his steps, and then continued to yell in his heart: "You old man too, people are doctors, and treating diseases and saving people is what they should do." In this way, you have to give red envelopes, and the sanitation workers who sweep the streets have to give them every day!"

At this time, Sandao was like an angry child, muttering to himself for a long time before pacing back to the ward. He stretched his face and sat beside He Xiuxiu angrily.

The two were chatting happily, and when they saw Sandao's suddenly changed expression, they suddenly didn't know why they looked at each other on the ground.

"What's wrong?" He Xiuxiu asked with some curiosity.

Sandao didn't answer directly, but asked Hui'er after a little roll of his eyes, "Did you give the doctor a red envelope when you had surgery?" he asked softly in Hui'er's ear.

"Of course I gave it!" Hui'er said unabashedly: "This is common sense, can you not give it!"

"Chang, common sense!" Sandao almost died of anger, he didn't whisper in Hui'er's ear this time, he said with a straight face: "What will happen if you don't give it!"

"What will happen?" Hui'er paused, then shook her head slightly, "I don't know." Maybe I'll die!"

After hearing this, Sandao jumped up from his seat suddenly, and he blurted out a shout, "Fart!"