I took a look and the person lying on the hospital bed was named Wang Gang.
“Can you tell me appropriately what you know? For example, what is your son’s matter?” said the female reporter.
“I’ve been like this when I come back. I don’t know anything. He refuses to say it, and I want to know what happened.” The aunt said that she was obviously a little excited.
“Is this what it was when I came back?” said the female reporter.
“The clothes were torn and there were two bank cards. I didn’t say anything. When I went out, I remember to say that I was going to Wuhan to find a job.” The aunt said.
Wuhan? Looking for a job?
I remember these words.
“What’s going on with Wang Gang now?” the female reporter asked again.
The aunt took out a case in plastic bags from the side and took out a whole x-ray film from it and said, “He is in a critical condition and is in danger of life at any time. It is said that it is the late stage of tuberculosis, and the entire lungs are in loofah shape. Both lungs have been damaged, you can see this. The hospital refused to accept it, so he had to take it home.”
The x-ray film seems to be from the lungs. I am not a doctor, I can’t understand it. The aunt took it out and thought we could understand it.
I took the phone and focused it, and I probably knew how serious it was when I took out these.
Dahai behind me shouted, “The patient’s father is back.”
I turned my head instead of turning my phone, and an uncle with glasses walked in.
I looked quite thin, and after seeing us, I stood in front of us with expressionless faces.
The female reporter rushed up and said, “Hello, are you Wang Gang’s father?”
“My name is Wang Daohong.” The uncle said coldly, as if he looked at Wang Gang on the hospital bed.