"Master, go to the First People's Hospital. Song Qian stopped a taxi in front of the restaurant.

As he closed the door, he casually caught a glimpse through the window of the car to see three strange people getting into a black Santana together. It looks like two people are holding the middle one, one left and one right. The man in the middle, looking reluctant.

"What's the situation?, kidnapping?" Song Qian thought as he stared at the three figures.

"Okay, you fasten your seatbelts!" The driver saw Song Qian close the car door, and immediately stepped on the accelerator after yelling.

"Ugh!"

Because Song Qian paid all his attention to the three people, one of them didn't pay attention, and his head hit the dashboard directly.

"Seat belts, seat belts!" the driver reminded again.

At this moment, Song Qian had already thrown the doubts just now out of the clouds. There are more pedestrians on the road, who cares who there are so many. Kidnapping in broad daylight, public security is not so chaotic. While there was nothing to do in the afternoon, my mother and little sister hadn't come yet, so I went to the hospital to have a look.

According to the information on "Easy Fundraising", Yuan Zijie lives in the First People's Hospital.

……

At the entrance of the First People's Hospital, taxis waiting to get off passengers lined up for hundreds of meters. That's right, it wasn't the people waiting for the bus, nor the empty cars waiting for the passengers to line up, but the taxis waiting to get the guests off at the People's Hospital, and they lined up for hundreds of meters.

In a place like a hospital, I don't feel it when I have a minor illness or a small disaster, and once a major illness is admitted, I can only queue up, wait, and be slaughtered, and my body, spirit, and wallet will be slaughtered.

Those who can't wait to get out of the taxi and hurriedly walk through the traffic to the hospital with large bags and small bags look like family and friends are hospitalized. But there was still one person who was not in a hurry at all, sitting in the car and waiting for the traffic to pass slowly, until the car was completely at the entrance of the hospital, and then he paid the fare leisurely, opened the door and got off.

The man was somewhat burly, wearing a white undershirt, a pair of large bohemian pants, and dragged flip-flops. He also carried a basket of fruit in his hand.

After getting out of the car, the man took out his mobile phone and looked at it again.

"Cut! I haven't made another donation since last night, it's a shame!" the man spat on the ground next to him, putting his phone back in the pocket of his big pants.

For Yuan Jianguo, this "easy fundraising" website really makes him hate and love at the same time. Unexpectedly, as soon as I put the information on it yesterday, I received a donation of 100,000 yuan.

100,000, 100,000!

was really said by the owner of the video game store, and the best way to cheat money now is under the banner of charity. After all, there are so many rich people and so many sentimental housewives, so you can sponsor yourself casually, not to mention paying off your gambling debts, even if you make a fortune, it is a matter of minutes.

However, after the surprise of 100,000 yuan, until now, I haven't received a penny. This inevitably made Yuan Jianguo a little depressed.

It seems that there is a need for some more articles on the post. Playing the emotional card, it is easier to get "donations" is not.

Thinking like this, Yuan Jianguo carried the basket of fruits, swayed in a figure-eight step, and walked slowly into the hospital.

……

Hospital beds are always so tight. No matter how large the inpatient building is and how many beds are arranged, it is always insufficient.

On the 12th floor of the inpatient building, this floor is occupied by patients with blood diseases. At a glance, you can tell that all the beds are full, because even the aisles are lined up next to each other.

In the hallway near the boiling water room, on a makeshift hospital bed, a teenage boy is reading a popular science book. The book was very old, and the cover was torn in many places, but it was carefully taped with transparent tape.

A bottle of salt water had just been hung up, dripping unhurriedly. At the foot of the bed, the basic information sheet for hospitalization is pasted: Yuan Zijie, male, 12 years old, undergoing chemotherapy, eating semi-liquid.

In the boiling water room, Yuan Zixin was scalding some daily necessities with boiling water that had not yet been completely boiled.

"You go back early, I'll be enough for me here. Li Guifang walked into the boiling water room with a hot water bottle, looked at the water tank that had shown 97 degrees, and put the hot water bottle on it.

"I'm fine, I've taken a leave of absence. Yuan Zixin turned around and said, and then continued to wash. Maybe the weather is too hot, or maybe the boiling water is too hot, Yuan Zixin's hands are already red, and her forehead is full of sweat.

"It's so busy at noon, the restaurant allows you to ask for leave, and the last time you advanced your salary, your boss is really nice. Li Guifang sighed, "However, the boss is good, you also have to do things for others, it's three o'clock, and it's dinner time when you go back." ”

Hearing this, Yuan Zixin scalded the last urinal with hot water, put it in the basin, and then said, "Okay, I'll go back." ”

"Da!" The water reached 100 degrees, and the display light changed from red to green. Li Guifang opened the cap of the thermos and began to put hot water into the bottle.

Walking to the door of the boiling water room, Yuan Zixin seemed to have thought of something, suddenly stopped and turned back and asked, "Mom, I asked you what happened in the morning just now, and you went to cook before you even said it." ”

“…… No, it's nothing. Li Guifang had no reason to avoid this topic at this time, it was still early for dinner, so she could only reply hesitantly.

"But I see a lot less things, and they're all sold?"

“…… Well...... It's all sold. ”

"Cash?"

Yuan Zixin only asked a few more words, and she saw that her mother's expression was completely wrong. When my mother came home to cook just now, she deliberately looked at the cloth bag containing the money. How much was left in the morning, and how much was it at this point. Therefore, the reason why all the goods that are missing are sold is completely untenable. So, where did the stuff go? What happened, and why didn't my mother stop setting up her stall?

Li Guifang can't turn into extra cash, once the answer is yes, it must be a goof. If you let your daughter know that she was almost smashed, she will definitely be worried.

“…… All...... I've scanned that WeChat......"

Li Guifang thinks like this, WeChat or something has just been installed, and as long as he explains it later, he won't be able to use it, and if he is told about it, he will be fooled.

"Really?" Yuan Zixin obviously didn't believe it.

"That's right, what kind of QR code you get, I ask the guests to scan that thing, they say give me the money, and I give them the thing. ”

"Then show me your phone!"

Taking the mobile phone handed over by her mother, Yuan Zixin clicked on the WeChat wallet.

"Five thousand?!"

Seeing the numbers in the wallet, Yuan Zixin couldn't help but blurt out.

"What five thousand?" Li Guifang was confused. However, the amount of 5,000 is very familiar.

"You sold five thousand in the morning?" Yuan Zixin raised her head and looked at Li Guifang, who was stunned, but she only saw confusion in her eyes.

“……”

Obviously, Li Guifang can't say why. Because those things were smashed by two gangsters who pretended to be chengguan, she didn't sell anything, and she was afraid that her daughter would worry, so she made up such a lie.

There are really 5,000 yuan in WeChat, although the amount is far beyond Yuan Zixin's imagination, but she can only believe what her mother said, and sold a lot of goods in the morning. Although even a whole car cannot have 5,000 yuan. Maybe it's because I've met a well-wisher, but recently, those drivers haven't come to buy a lot of water at every turn, and they often take the initiative to ask for no change.