“Hundred Years” (10)

Release time: 2025-04-06 20:44:06
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“I almost got around by your old man. Money is your old man’s business? I’m only responsible for treating the disease. If you don’t have money, you can’t mess with us, right?” said the doctor.

“Money is my business? Do you have parents? Do you have grandparents? It can’t be transformed out of thin air, right? They work hard, and that era is not a salary of hundreds of yuan? Who can have tens of thousands of thousands per month? Later, with a big boss, there is only one household with tens of thousands of yuan. A household with tens of thousands of yuan is amazing, but what before? Who can have a rich family? If you have something, 40,000 or 50,000 yuan is their savings for the rest of their lives? There are only so many people in the past. I don’t know that I am old. Who are we, the people in the past, are we spent this time on getting old? ” Grandma said.

The doctor was speechless in an instant, and I was surrounded by my grandmother.

Indeed, this long passage of grandma is not wrong in grandma’s logic, even in public logic.

For a while, the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Grandma snorted coldly and continued, “Who is unreasonable? In the past, people deserve to be bullied for their hard work? If I had made so much money in the past tens of thousands per month, would we be here to have a 500,000 surgical fee? The question is who can do it? I have 40,000 yuan, and I won’t give it to you all? I have a life, so you can take it away?”

I grabbed my grandma, and the doctor was shocked by the old man’s actions.

The doctor said, “Don’t be excited? We will find a way for you. Every family has a difficult sutra, right?”

I immediately said, “The doctor told me that I will have a way to raise money. Doctor, please leave first, I will persuade you here.”

Grandma was pressed to the same place by me, and grandma shouted, “Let go, you are repeating your father’s disease. What’s the use of that liver? How come it will break?”

. . . . . .

Back in the room, my father put the lunch box aside and fell asleep.

The meal was obviously made with great care, and at least every time the meal looked very light.

Unfortunately, my father’s appetite is not very good, and he has always eaten very little.