My wife is in my arms

Chapter 972 Concert Part 4
First Hospital.

In room 305 on the 16th floor of the inpatient department, a girl of about 20 years old was lying on the hospital bed. An IV drip was hanging on the back of her right hand, and a nasal cannula was hanging from her nostril. Her face was very pale, and she looked extremely listless.

People become somewhat thin due to the ravages of illness.

Her mother sat by her bedside, while her father made a phone call outside the ward. From the content of the call, it was clear that he was borrowing money from someone.

This is also a very normal thing.

For an ordinary family, the happiest thing is that everyone in the family is healthy. Even if life is difficult at first, as long as the family works together in the same direction, things will eventually get better.

It's just a matter of whether it's faster or slower.

The worst thing is when a sick person appears in the family, especially one with a very low chance of recovery. If they choose to treat the illness, the hope is slim, and it might even drag down the already struggling family. If they choose not to treat it, there are very few parents like that in this society. There are certainly some, but most parents will do everything in their power to fight for that sliver of hope.

Hospitals are places where money is spent faster than it is earned. Minor problems are manageable, but major problems are the worst, where money is spent as quickly as a tap being turned on.

The girl came to the hospital for a check-up in March because she felt unwell. The check-up revealed that she had late-stage nasopharyngeal carcinoma.

A girl who neither smokes nor drinks actually got this disease.

It's as if I was unfortunately chosen.

After that came hospitalization and treatment, which has now cost more than 300,000 yuan. The radiotherapy was initially somewhat effective, but as the number of sessions increased, her body developed a rejection reaction. Not only did it have no effect, but her hair began to fall out on a large scale, and now it is almost all gone. So, she is wearing a hat as she lies in her hospital bed.

I could hear my father asking for money outside.

His tone was full of earnestness and pleading.

Besides the pork rib soup that the girl had only taken a couple of sips of before she couldn't finish, there was a steamed bun left on the bedside table. It was the last of the two her mother had brought from the store that morning. The girl knew very well that her mother was saving it for lunch.

She had talked to her parents a while ago.

She knew her own body condition well and there was no need to drag it out any longer. She hoped her parents would take her back, but her parents refused and comforted her that she would definitely get better.

"it is good"

What an ordinary word is to most people, but for her it was a luxury.

Before coming to the hospital for a check-up in April, she made some plans to work during the summer vacation to help ease the burden on her parents. She is a sophomore in college this year, and her younger brother is a freshman. For ordinary working-class families, supporting two children is already a very difficult task, especially when they are in college.

Her father was just an ordinary worker in a steel factory. Although it was tiring, he could earn eight or nine thousand yuan a month by working overtime. Her mother worked in a steamed bun chain store, making steamed buns. With such a job, she even had to sleep in two separate sessions.

These were just ordinary parents who supported her and her brother through high school and then university.

Under normal circumstances, once she graduates from university, the family's situation will improve, and then after her younger brother graduates, the family's life will quickly get better.

But... this is just normal.

There's never a fixed rule about whether tomorrow or an accident will come first, but no matter which comes first, as ordinary people, we can only passively accept it.

"mom"

A soft shout rang out.

"Hmm!?" The middle-aged woman sitting on the edge of the bed, holding her daughter's hand, responded.

She was just over forty, but looked like she was fifty. The girl said, "Take me home! You and Dad have already borrowed from all our relatives. If we borrow again... I'll pay it back if I get better, but if I don't, it'll fall on you and Dad. You don't have to think about yourselves, but you should think about my brother. He'll get married and have children after graduating from university. If a woman knows we have so much debt, she definitely won't marry him."

Your brother said it's none of your business how he handles things.

The middle-aged woman spoke up.

Neither the mother nor her daughter mentioned the letter her daughter wrote to the famous star Zhang You, because they knew in their hearts that, even if the letter reached the star, the chances of him agreeing to it were slim.

"I'll talk to him when he gets here."

The girl smiled, her pale lips parted slightly, and then put on her headphones with her other hand, listening to instrumental music. This instrumental music did not have the ability to alleviate her pain, but as the music played, it could slightly shift her thoughts away from the pain.

The ward has three beds, all of which are occupied. There is an octogenarian grandmother, a woman in her fifties, and her, making a total of three people. Their ages fall exactly at three different stages.

Besides her mother, who was with her in the ward, the other two patients also had their own family members with them. Perhaps because she was the youngest, even though her condition was worse, the family members of the other two patients would occasionally cast sympathetic glances at her.

Tang Nian didn't like these looks, but she knew that she deserved sympathy for being in this situation at her age. Besides sympathy, when the two of them's family members brought food from home, they would also bring a portion for her parents.

It is impossible for people to empathize with each other.

But when you have a similar experience, you do empathize to some extent.

The television in front of the hospital bed was playing "Railway Guerrillas." It was a channel that the woman in her fifties had changed, which was quite unusual. She didn't like watching mother-in-law and daughter-in-law dramas and preferred this kind of subject matter. Meanwhile, the woman in her eighties was watching it while receiving an IV drip, wearing her reading glasses.

Illness is illness.

As long as you're not dead, life goes on.

The only difference is how it's lived.

Just then, Tang Nian, who was wearing headphones, seemed to hear a commotion outside, followed by someone asking, "Is this Zhang You?" and something like "Zhang You".

Tang Nian took off her headphones, somewhat puzzled.

Her father looked somewhat dejected, probably because he hadn't been able to borrow any money, but when she looked over, he immediately smiled. The noise outside grew louder as it approached, and soon the sound reached the door of her hospital room.

immediately.

Two figures walked in.

Tang Nian looked up and saw a middle-aged woman dressed like a noblewoman, and another... When she saw the other woman's face, Tang Nian was stunned.

"She is Tang Nian."

One of the medical staff who came in took the initiative to introduce Han Hui and Zhang You.

When Han Hui put down the fruit she bought, Tang Nian's mother stood up helplessly, while her father stood beside her, even more at a loss. Zhang You ignored everyone's reactions.

He looked at the girl leaning against the hospital bed, waved the letter in his hand, and asked, "Is this a letter you wrote to me?!"

(End of this chapter)