Hu Fu Wu Bei Zhao Nianxia

Outside the door of the ward, facing the delicate-looking Su Qing, Wu Bei felt guilty and embarrassed.

On the first day of work, he caused big trouble for his boss. No one would be happy to let this matter happen to him, so Wu Bei was also prepared to suffer.

"I'm sorry, Nurse Su, I didn't expect..."

Before the other party could criticize, Wu Bei took the lead in apologizing.

Su Qing interrupted in confusion: "I'm sorry, what are you talking about?"

"what?"

This time it was Wu Bei's turn to be confused.

"I want to ask you, would you like to send Uncle Wu to the provincial capital Shishi for treatment? My classmate works in the Provincial Cancer Hospital. We just got in touch last night. After hearing about your situation, he is very willing to help."

Su Qing covered her mouth with a smile and said softly.

Seeing that Wu Bei still didn't seem to have reacted, Su Qing continued to explain: "My classmate is the director of their department, and he said that he can apply for a national aid for you."

"Great! Thank you Su Bodhisattva...ah no, Nurse Su!"

Wu Bei grabbed Su Qing's little hand emotionally in an instant, and nodded incoherently.

Su Qing's pretty face was flushed, and she hastily pulled her hand out.

Only then did Wu Bei realize that he had lost his composure, and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"If you have no objection, I'll talk to my classmates after get off work."

Feeling that the atmosphere was weird, Su Qing left a word and fled as if she had to leave.

Staring at Su Qing's back, Wu Bei laughed foolishly.

This should be regarded as the only happy thing that happened to him since his father fell ill. In his heart, Su Qing is like a Bodhisattva descending to earth at this moment, warmer than those clay sculptures in the temple.

"Uncle, take a good rest, I will come to see you again when I have time."

While he was in a daze, Wang Shun walked out of the ward and closed the door smoothly.

Wu Bei hastily took out a cigarette and handed over one.

Wang Shun rushed to the direction of the fire escape, and motioned to chat over there.

The two lit a cigarette each, and after a moment of silence, Wang Shun lowered his voice and asked, "No trouble?"

"No, it's really a stomachache."

Su Bei shook his head like a rattle. Regarding today's fat beating of Han Wei, he planned to completely rot in his stomach, and he would not advance it with anyone.

Wang Shun didn't ask any more questions, just grinned "hehe", and then took out a wad of brand new banknotes and handed them to Wu Bei.

"This can't be Shun Zi..."

Wu Bei instinctively waved his hand and refused.

"Take it if you tell me, Moji!"

Wang Shun couldn't help stuffing the money into Wu Bei's pocket, muttering with a tigerish face.

Wu Bei didn't know what to say for a moment.

These days, not to mention friends, even relatives cannot lend money casually, let alone a stranger who has known each other for less than a day.

Wang Shun took a puff of cigarette with all his strength, and said in a deep voice, "My mother left early, and it's also caused by this illness!"

Wu Bei's throat seemed to be choked by something, and he wanted to say a word of thanks, but he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

"When will you pay me back, let's go!"

Wang Shun grinned again, revealing the iconic two rows of white teeth, and walked down the steps with a dull head.

"Brother, I will definitely pay you back, for sure!"

Wu Bei put his hands on the railing and roared.

When interacting with people, it really depends on the eye.

Some people have known each other for a long time, but they don't necessarily want to make friends, while some people just meet by chance, but they can create agitation in each other's lives.

At this moment, Wu Bei has already put Wang Shun in his brother's place in his heart.

For this taciturn man, he is really grateful from the bottom of his heart.

After clearing up his mood, Wu Bei returned to the ward again. The old man leaned against the head of the bed and was flipping through newspapers.

Wu Bei habitually picked up a broom to clean up.

Silence has always been the way the father and son communicate. Wu Bei rarely tells the old man about his embarrassment in borrowing money, and the old man never mentions the pain of his chemotherapy.

Sweeping and scanning, Wu Bei suddenly found half a cigarette under the bed, and looked at the old man suspiciously.

The old man didn't seem to notice it, and he was still reading the newspaper intently.

"Are friends here today?"

Wu Bei bent down to pick up the cigarette butt, and asked with a smile as if chatting.

"Do I still have friends?"

The old man asked blankly without taking his eyes off the newspaper.

silence!The two fell into silence again!

In about half a minute, Wu Bei walked out of the ward and walked straight to the nurse's office.