Chapter 1776 【1776】Why This Color

It's fine.

Brother Cao's three words are concise and to the point, those handsome and beautiful black eyes looked at her with a gentle smile, as if to say that the mother is fine, or that she will be fine?

Lying on the bed in the dormitory at night, probably because I slept too much during the day, I couldn't sleep when I opened my eyes. Looking at the window, I could vaguely see signs of wind and snow hitting the glass at night.

Get up and sit for a while, the second senior sister has something to go home tonight, and she didn't spend the night in the dormitory. She said she was homesick too. After going to the maternity department, I realized the greatness of my mother. I miss my mother.

I wanted to call home today, but I was afraid that when I was talking to my mother, I couldn't help but feel my nose hurt when I recalled the scenes of those precious mothers last night.

Pick up the phone to see what time it is, and open the text message box that Senior Brother Cao sent her after returning home before going to bed:

"It's beautiful. I like it too."

Brother Cao is a very nice person, I guess she would say she likes anything she gives. Seeing this, Xie Wanying couldn't help laughing.

Cao Yong, who was at home, looked at the new handkerchief she gave him a little confused: why the color she gave this time is completely different from the last one. The last time I sent it was blue, this time I sent it directly to brown.

Probably she was thinking that he would like handkerchiefs of all colors. If so, what color will she send him next time, green?

No, a single-minded person would never think so much. Like giving blue that day, it's just because she thinks Brother Cao's smile is so sunny like the sky is blue. This time I gave the brown, I just remembered that when Brother Cao came to see her in the emergency room that day, I felt that Brother Cao would look handsome in a brown British style trench coat.

Lie down and go back to sleep. Suddenly the phone rang and a text message came in. Xie Wanying picked it up to have a look. It was from an unfamiliar number, and it said: Can you lend me some money?

Geng's face popped out of his mind almost without thinking.

Then came another text message saying: Sorry, I sent it to the wrong person.

Pick up the phone and quickly call back a text message: "It can be borrowed, how much do you want."

After a long silence on the other side, they sent: 500.

"Is 500 enough?"

Her usual rhetorical question, but the other party probably realized that she had guessed the story correctly, and did not respond.

She is also a well-known poor student in the class, she Xie Wanying is easier than the counselor and monitor to guess the reason why classmate Geng has to send money home to save money.

Simply because the family is poor, poor people will not let their children who can go to college send money back to support living expenses. Like her mother is. The cost of living is nothing more than a few dollars for the poor. It allows you to go to college, and there are fewer people in the family to eat, so how can you say that the living expenses are not enough.

With the help of counselors, her and Geng's tuition fees, tuition fees, and accommodation fees have been reduced to almost nothing in recent years. With bursaries and other subsidies on weekdays, there is no pressure on the school's living expenses.

She didn't believe that classmate Geng didn't earn money by doing part-time jobs like she did. He should be able to save money in addition to his own expenses, and he wouldn't be too strapped to the point where he only ate steamed buns.

There is only one explanation left: Geng’s family has a patient who spends money for a long time.

Expensive medical expenses are the last straw that really crushes the poor. Both developing and developed countries are.

No matter who it is, the medical expenses required to cure a disease are basically the same. As a result, many lives have to be sacrificed for money.

This kind of abandonment is often not only the abandonment of the patient's life, but also the abandonment of the treatment effect, and the abandonment of all aspects of the patient's physical quality and quality of life. Long-term accumulation will collapse one day like a sand pile.