Borrowing a shotgun was hopeless, so Motor bluntly said that his wife had no money to pay for the hospital and could find a way to borrow some money from him. Pei Benming secretly thought: his child Ma Li was raised here for 4 years, and now he is brought home again, in the past 4 years, they have paid a lot of energy and financial resources as aunts and aunts, Ma Ma and Wu Xiaohua have never mentioned it, nor have they bought any gifts to thank them, looking for them to help are relatives, and when they don't look for them, they never pay attention, although their aunt doesn't care, as an uncle, he still secretly cares. Thinking of this, Pei Benming said a little unhappily, I'm sorry, I don't have any money to borrow, you can find a way to go yourself.

At this time, the child's aunt, his sister, came out of nowhere, saw the motor and asked, "What is the matter with you?" Ma Ma said, what's the matter, Wu Xiaohua has no money to pay for hospitalization when he is hospitalized, and wants to borrow money from you.

My sister was about to speak, Pei Benming glared at her, called her aside again, and whispered: I could have helped him a little, your brother is too ignorant, you see, we have raised Xiaoma for 4 years, and without a word of thanks, we took the child away, don't pester such people. My sister said, after all, he is my younger brother, how can he not help? Pei Benming said that he couldn't help.

In this family, not all of them are decided by my sister, especially when it comes to borrowing money, Pei's name has the final say. My sister walked to the door and comforted Mada and said, "Brother, I really can't help you." But I still have to go to the hospital to see Wu Xiaohua.

The motor is depressed and sets out on the way home, and the sun is already in the west, which means that the day is about to pass. If it is not sent to the hospital at night, the hospital will stop Wu Xiaohua's medicine, and the drug will aggravate her condition, and the motor is very anxious, where to raise money?

After walking a few sections of mountain road, there is a village in front, surrounded by mountains on both sides, there is a bamboo garden under the mountain, there is a path across the bamboo garden, the motor follows the path into the depths of the bamboo garden, and sees dozens of chickens with different feathers and colors pecking insects in the bamboo garden or something, and suddenly has the idea of stealing chickens and selling them to pay for his wife's hospitalization.

It's not so easy to steal chickens, you can't catch them at all, if the people in this village make an exception and allow you to catch chickens in the bamboo garden, you can't catch a few, not to mention that this is impossible, even if you can catch a few, you have to hide it.

The motor came up with a solution, he walked out of the bamboo garden quickly, spent a small amount of money in the town three kilometers away to buy a few bags of two-two packages of grain, rushed back to the bamboo garden and sprinkled, the chickens had been foraging for food all day, the soil was overturned, and there was no good food, and then there was a scattered grain, all "clucking", jumping and jumping to peck at the food, how did the chickens know that this was the "last supper"? It's going to cost you your life!

After about a quarter of an hour, the chickens who should have rushed home to store their cages could not rush home to store their cages, and they fell to the ground one after another in the bamboo garden under the residual sunlight of the sunset. And the motor that had squatted down beside a bush of thorns and waited for an old formation, stood up at this moment and looked around at no one, and busied himself away, picking up the big fat chickens whose necks were crooked, and stuffing them into the two empty snakeskin bags that he had just asked for in the town, until they were full.

He secretly rejoiced: a few packets of rat poison made from millet are really powerful. He picked it up and weighed it, one bag was enough to weigh more than 60 catties, and the two bags totaled more than 120 catties, which were sold at the market price of 8 yuan per catty at that time, which could be sold for nearly 1,000 yuan, which could solve the hospitalization medical expenses of his wife Wu Xiaohua for a week. I saw the motor kick off a straight pole tree, twisted it down as a wooden stick to pick out the two bags of things out of the bamboo garden, and when I arrived in the town, I didn't dare to sell the goods to the restaurant or anything, for fear of being discovered, so I picked the goods to the city overnight, and found a restaurant by the river, and the restaurant owner saw that the bags were full of dead chickens, so he said I don't want them, I want live chickens.

At this moment, the night has shrouded the entire county, although the street lights are bright and bright, but the heart of the motor is very gloomy and anxious, if these two bags of dead chickens can't be sold, what to do? He moved his eyes and had an idea, and picked up two bags of dead chickens to the stall in the county market to find the stall owner, who was having a supper.

He left the two bags of goods at the door and waited for a while, and the stall owner came out, a middle-aged man with a full face and meat, with thin eyes, a round and pointed forehead, and a thief-like appearance. The motor pointed to the two bags of goods to explain the meaning, and the stall owner said: The processing fee for killing a chicken is 2 yuan, and now that you are off work, add 5 jiao, that is, 2 yuan 5, you count, how many chickens are there?

Madamuna for a while, knowing that this is not easy to do, he has no money at all, he thought about it and said, boss, can you do this, I don't have a processing fee for you, what you said about the processing fee is worth it, will I give you a few chickens to resist?

The stall owner looked at the chickens again, and took a few times in the bag with his hand, and saw that there were no live chickens, so he raised his neck and said, I don't do it, the chickens I killed are all live chickens, these dead chickens, I still suspect that they are plague chickens, if the plague chickens, you give them to me, won't it hurt people?

The motor shuddered, thinking: This is not a plague chicken, but rat poison "trouble" to death, the meat shell can be eaten, and the internal organs must not be wanted. The motor froze and said, "Forget it, I'm not going to work here, I'll pick up the two bags of chickens somewhere else."

Then I don't care, you pick two bags of chickens to the street households for processing, and give a few chickens to the family as processing fees, maybe it will be a success. The stall owner lit the motor, and the motor picked the chickens to a house on North Street to boil water and rub the chickens according to the stall owner's words, killed and washed them one by one, lost the domestic goods, and then sold them to a night market restaurant, and got 600 yuan.

He hurried back to his hometown health center, where his wife was moaning on the hospital bed, and he thought that the hospital must have stopped taking medicine. He came to his wife's sickbed in the ward and said, Xiaohua, I got the money, and I will pay part of the hospitalization fee and medical expenses immediately, and let the doctor give you medicine.

The wife whispered, the hospital was supposed to stop the medicine, but it didn't stop, knowing that you got the money. You don't accompany me in the hospital for most of the day, and if the hospital stops taking medicine and my condition worsens, you will be held responsible. The money you got this time settled the account of my treatment center, and I was discharged from the hospital, anyway, there is no cure for this disease. You have the money to keep to raise your son horsepower in the future.

Within a day, Wu Xiaohua looked a lot haggard, there were tears embedded in her eyes, and the motor had a sense of guilt, he said: Let your illness be cured and then be discharged from the hospital, I plan to send the child to Pei Shanao's sister's house for foster care.

It was late at night, and a nurse on duty came over and whispered to the motor, you can't talk loudly, it's better to talk less, let the patient rest more, and be quiet here. The motor looked at Wu Xiaohua and immediately lowered his voice, I will settle the account immediately, and I will go out tomorrow to get money until your illness is cured.

The motor wants to settle the accounts with the nurse, and he still thinks about using the "old way" to sell the chickens in the village for money. The nurse said that the person in charge of the account left work early, so let's settle the bill tomorrow! Maybe Wu Xiaohua felt that the money was spent in vain, this kind of strange disease could not be cured by the hospital, even if she was very sick, she wanted to be discharged.

After midnight, because she was too tired, although Wu Xiaohua moaned from time to time, the motor lying on the side of the hospital bed still fell asleep, and when she woke up the next day and settled the account, when she returned to the ward, Wu Xiaohua sat up from the hospital bed with difficulty and reached out to put her hand on the motor's shoulder, saying You carry me back, I will not be hospitalized.

The doctor brought all the big needles and was about to give her an infusion, so he persuaded that your illness is not good, you cannot be discharged from the hospital, and it will be more serious if you are discharged.

Wu Xiaohua, who was lying on the back of the motor, shouted, if you want to be treated, you can't give money, are you willing to treat me? The doctor is inconvenient to answer, and he cannot answer, and there is no payment for hospitalization, even if it is the hospital leadership, he will not agree.

The motor couldn't persuade him, so he had to pick up Wu Xiaohua and walk out of the ward, and there was no doctor to dissuade him.