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Chapter 28 One train can't go to two places
At this moment, Wan Xianghui, an elderly man in his sixties, was on a train from Sichuan Province to Shanghai.

The elderly man didn't know how to fly, and there weren't many people around. He didn't know how to take the high-speed rail either; he only knew how to take the trains he used to ride.

He held a bulging, old, military-green crossbody bag tightly against his chest.

Gazing at the scenery rushing past the window, the old man's cloudy, bloodshot eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness.

The old man was illiterate. By the time he got off the train, asked for directions, and finally arrived at the Third People's Hospital of Shanghai, more than ten hours had passed since the nurse had called him.

"Are you Wanping's father? Why are you taking so long? It's been over ten hours." The nurse had been waiting for Wanping's father, but she hadn't expected to wait for over ten hours. The head nurse couldn't help but get a little angry.

Does this mean they don't treat Wanping like their son? Their son was in a car accident, and they only came so late.

The elderly man, in his sixties, was being scolded by the nurse. He dared not argue back, his head hanging low, like a bewildered child.

He only dared to ask in a low voice, "Then, how is my Wanping now?" The old man's voice trembled slightly, afraid of hearing the answer that frightened him.

"Fortunately, Wanping was transferred to Kangning Hospital by a kind person..."

The head nurse recounted how kind people had transferred Wanping to another hospital and provided him with free treatment, and also described how remarkable Kangning Hospital was.

"If you want to find Wan Ping, you need to go to Kangning Hospital."

The elderly man thanked the nurse and then arrived at Kangning Hospital, weary from his journey.

When he arrived, Wan Ping had just come out of surgery and was still unconscious.

To Wan Xianghui's surprise, his eldest son was also admitted to Kangning Hospital for treatment, and now the two brothers are in the same ward.

Hearing the doctor recount the perilous situation his two sons faced when they were brought in, Wan Xianghui felt a lingering fear.

In fact, Wan Xianghui wanted to rush over immediately after hearing that his youngest son, Wan Ping, had been in a car accident.

But what good is it if he only dares to come?

The nurse said Wanping needs surgery, so he needs money.

The bag, though seemingly bulging, actually contained only tens of thousands of yuan, which he borrowed immediately after hanging up the phone.

The elderly woman had already borrowed a lot of money from relatives and friends because of her eldest son's uremia. She would never ask for money again unless she had no other choice.

But my youngest son was in a car accident, and we need money to save his life.

As the nurse recounted the circumstances of his youngest son's car accident, tears welled up in the old man's cloudy eyes. There was something he didn't understand.

My wife died of uremia, but unexpectedly, this year, my eldest son also developed uremia.

Let alone a kidney transplant, the expensive dialysis alone has exhausted the family's meager savings and forced them to borrow a lot of money from relatives and friends.

He's old and can't work outside anymore, so he can only take care of his eldest son.

The task of making money fell to the youngest son, Wanping.

Why does Wanping work so hard delivering food, making over a hundred orders a day? It's all to earn money for his brother's medical treatment.

At this moment, Wanping, who had just woken up from surgery, saw his father and his eyes lit up slightly. Unable to move, he gestured for his father to get his wallet.

Wan Xianghui opened his wallet, which contained several thousand yuan, the money Wan Ping had earned this month from delivering food.

Yesterday, he vaguely overheard his father talking on the phone and realized that his brother needed money for treatment, so he planned to transfer the money to his father's bank account for his brother's treatment.

Unexpectedly, he himself was involved in a car accident first.

Even after waking up, he was still preoccupied with it.

Wan Xianghui clutched his wallet tightly, tears streaming down his face. "No need, no need, our family has met kind people..."

When Wan Xianghui asked, the head nurse had already told him about the kind person named Liu Qingtan.

At that moment, the old man was talking to his two sons.

That kind person left a full 300 million yuan for the treatment of his two sons, and even hired the top doctors at Kangning Hospital. The Wan family of three couldn't help but think: What did they do to deserve this?

They didn't know the kind man named Liu Qingtan, so why was he willing to help them?

300 million, that's a huge sum of money.

"That Mr. Liu said it was because you had saved him before," the head nurse replied when the old man was puzzled.

However, the head nurse was annoyed. Why did Miss Song Zhi Ning want her to answer like this? Not only did she change her name, but she even changed her gender.

However, she answered whatever Miss Song instructed her to do.

Saving people? Wan Xianghui seemed to recall something.

Wan Xianghui is a helpful person. Over the past sixty years, he has saved many people. Many times he would leave after saving people, without expecting anything in return.

So we don't know the name of the person who was rescued, or their background.

The old man never imagined that the blessing he received for saving him would now fall upon his two sons.

So, good people are rewarded, right?

He was definitely thinking that this was the answer.

That evening, the doctor came and explained the condition of Wan Ping and Wan Kang.

Both of them were in critical condition when they were brought in; it's safe to say that if they had been brought in any later, they probably wouldn't be alive today.

They are alive now because the doctors and the King of Hell snatched them away.

Wan Ping's internal injuries were very severe. Fortunately, he underwent surgery at the last stage, which saved his life. Now, he just needs to rest and recuperate. It was only thanks to the experienced surgeons at Kangning Hospital that Wan Ping was pulled back from the brink of death.

As for Wan Kang, he has recovered somewhat after undergoing emergency surgery at Kangning Hospital. After they made contact and matched, a kidney was found to be a match for Wan Kang, and the surgery can be performed at the right time.

In other words, if Wan Kang recovers well, he can survive.

"Thank you doctor, thank you doctor."

"No need to thank me, thank the people who helped you."

The three members of the Wan family, father and sons, engraved the name Liu Qingtan in their hearts.

At the Dong'an District Police Station in Shanghai, Liu Qingtan, who was interrogating a criminal, sneezed, rubbed her nose, and looked at the criminal in front of her with a cold expression.

That night, Wan Xianghui had a dream.

In his dream, because his eldest son Wan Kang's health deteriorated and he urgently needed surgery, he had to swallow his pride and return to his hometown to borrow money again.

Not long after he returned to his hometown, he received a call from a nurse at the Shanghai hospital, saying that his youngest son, Wanping, had been in a car accident and needed money for surgery.

He went door-to-door raising money, but encountered difficulties while taking the train.

One train journey can only take you to two places, and both of my sons are on the verge of death and need money to save them.

The money he raised wasn't even enough to cover the medical expenses for one of his sons.

No one knows what kind of struggle and agonizing thought Wan Xianghui went through at the time. In the end, he boarded the train to Shanghai.

But when he arrived at the hospital in Shanghai, he was told that his youngest son had already closed his eyes a few minutes earlier.

When he donated his youngest son's corneas according to his last wish, he received news that his eldest son, Wan Kang, had also passed away at the Eighth Affiliated Hospital of Sichuan Province.

A train journey can't take you to two places, and a sum of money can't save the lives of two sons. Wan Xianghui is also destined not to see his two sons one last time.

Awakening from a dream, the old woman gazed at her two sleeping sons in the hospital room, murmuring the name Liu Qingtan. Tears streamed silently down her face that night, her heart filled with boundless gratitude.

(End of this chapter)