Chapter 109 Poverty
After leaving the restaurant, Zhao Qishui asked He Shu what was going on?
He Shu told them about the time he met the mother and daughter on the train when he reported to the school.
"So, they are also in this hospital?"
"Maybe?" This is Dadu People's Hospital, the best hospital ordinary people can come to.
"Father, I want to go and see."
Zhao Qishui agreed: "Meeting each other is fate, let's go find him. We can't help much, but a thousand or eight hundred is also a token of our appreciation."
He Shu nodded, and his godfather and Uncle Zhang stayed in the hospital lobby waiting for the results and number to be called. He Shu began to look for the mother and daughter in the hospital.
He asked the doctors and nurses he met, and he actually got the answer. He went to the inpatient department at the back and took the elevator to the third floor.
As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw the mother and daughter. Lying on a small bed in the corridor, the girl was happily eating dumplings, and her mother was sitting beside her, serving her dumpling soup.
He Shu didn't go over, but just stood there waiting for them to finish their meal.
The girl had a small appetite and only ate two dumplings and drank two sips of soup.
Her mother carefully covered the rest with a lid and placed it on the windowsill.
He Shu noticed that the windowsill behind their beds was filled with water cups, paper towels and other supplies. It seemed that this was where they lived.
"Auntie." He Shu walked up to her.
The woman looked up at He Shu, and was stunned for a moment as if she couldn't remember, but the little girl quickly recognized He Shu.
"Mom, it was the big brother who gave me the book to read on the train."
He Shu smiled and said, "It's me."
The woman also reacted at this time and stood up quickly: "Oh, why are you here? What a coincidence."
She looked a little helpless: "You, please sit down."
"It's okay, Auntie, you guys sit down."
"What's wrong with your face?"
Some of the bruises on He Shu's face had not yet faded, and his fair skin was very noticeable.
"I fell accidentally, it's nothing." He Shu looked into the corridor and saw that not only the mother and daughter lived in the corridor, but also some other parents with their children.
"Are there no beds left?" He Shu asked.
The woman nodded. “Yeah, it would be nice to have an extra bed in the hallway.”
He Shu looked at the little girl, who looked much less energetic than before on the train. "How is the little girl's illness?"
The woman raised her hand and tucked the hair that was scattered on her face behind her ears, trying hard to force a smile and shaking her head gently.
He Shu didn't know what to say next. They had only met once and were not familiar with each other.
But what He Shu saw and heard in the hotel before reminded him of the time when his mother was in the hospital.
The most terrible disease for people is poverty, especially in a place like this, where it is really difficult to have no money.
"Why are you here?"
"My uncle has a bad back, so I came with him to get checked out," He Shu explained .
After thinking for a while, he took out his cell phone and said, "Auntie, what's your phone number? I'll call you. I'm studying in Dadu now and I have relatives here. If you need any help, just give me a call."
"This..." The woman was a little embarrassed. She also felt that she was not familiar with He Shu: "Nothing, thank you."
"Save it for a bit , so we can take care of each other when we're away from home."
Hearing He Shu say this, the woman said with some embarrassment: "My, my phone is broken."
"Mom's cell phone is lost." The little girl said this. Actually, she should have sold it, but the girl was sensible enough, so when her mother told her that it was lost, she pretended to believe it.
He Shu didn't say anything after hearing this. He asked them to wait for a moment, went to the corridor to find the nurse's station, borrowed some paper and pen, and wrote down his name and phone number.
After finishing writing, He Shu turned to look at the mother and daughter, and asked the nurse about their affairs.
The nurse asked He Shu who he was, so He Shu lied and said he was the woman's nephew.
"Finally someone has come to your family. We owe more than 30,000 yuan for medicine. Many medicines cannot be taken out without payment. The little girl's illness cannot be delayed any longer."
He Shu heard this and said to the nurse: "Then give me the list and I'll hand it in."
After getting the paid medicine bill, He Shu found out that the little girl was called Su Nuannuan, what a nice name.
Putting the list into his pocket, He Shu walked to the elevator and gave the paper with the phone number written on it to Nuannuan's mother.
"Auntie, this is my phone number. Please contact me if you have any questions. My uncle is still in the front hall. I'm leaving first."
The woman took the paper and took a look at it: "He Shu, thank you."
Although the little girl was very weak, she still said goodbye to He Shu politely.
After leaving the inpatient department, He Shu went to the front hall but didn't see his godfather and Uncle Zhang. They must have gone for a check-up.
So he lined up first, took the card, and paid Nuannuan's medical expenses.
When it was his turn, he deposited 50,000 yuan into Nuannuan's account.
This money may just be a drop in the bucket for the mother and daughter. Some diseases are like a bottomless abyss, and there is nothing you can do about it even if you give everything you have.
Although He Shu still has about one million in his hands, he also has to plan for his future.
It's impossible to give all of it to the mother and daughter who I'm not that familiar with.
Especially when there are so many situations like this in the world, like the families we just saw in the corridor, which one doesn’t need help?
Even if he was so kind that he donated all his savings, it would be of no avail.
Offering a little help can give yourself some psychological comfort and also give them some motivation to persevere.
After saving the money, He Shu went to look for his godfather and Uncle Zhang, and found his godfather outside the orthopedic specialist's clinic.
Uncle Zhang went in to check and took out the X-rays taken in the morning. It turned out to be a lumbar disc herniation, which was quite serious.
Zhao Qishui asked He Shu if he had found the person, and He Shu told him about saving money for Nuannuan's medicine.
"We can help as much as we can. We are all ordinary people. No matter how capable we are, we can't..."
When Zhao Qishui said this, he was deeply touched.
Over the years, while he was looking for his son, he also saw too many pitiful children and families.
But he didn't actually provide much help, because it was just like what Zhao Qishui always liked to say.
Help? Can you help?
Even if he spends all his wealth, he still can't help?
What's more, he also has to make money. Otherwise, if he gets the news one day and doesn't even have the money to travel, why would he bother to look for the child?
Seeing He Shu sitting silently aside, Zhao Qishui laughed and patted He Shu's leg.
"How do you feel?"
He Shu shook his head: "It doesn't feel good."
Zhao Qishui laughed even more happily: "People should not be too kind, otherwise they will blame themselves for not being able to help when it is clearly not their business."
“Life is so difficult…”
He Shu didn’t know whether what his godfather said was right or not. Since he was a child, his mother taught him to be kind and his teacher taught him to be loving.
When we were young, we all dreamed of growing up to be a scientist, a doctor, or a useful person who could contribute to the common people.
But when we grow up, we find that we are the ordinary people who need help.
It would be good enough if we don’t have to trouble others for help, but how many people have the ability to help others?
