Chapter 212 I Will Keep Climbing to the Top

Beep beep, the phone hangs up.

The old woman walked slowly to the bedroom and pulled out a photo album from under the box. Her shriveled and age-stained fingers gently flipped through the items in the box, and finally stopped in front of an old photo album. .

On the title page of the album, a young couple and a baby in their arms come into view.

The old woman was stunned for a while. After a while, she recovered her thoughts, gently put down the photo album, and then took out a thin house book from the bottom of the album.

She did not open the house book, but took it, walked to the living room with trembling steps, and put it into a cloth grocery shopping bag on the entrance table.

After thinking about it, she slapped her head hard again, wandered back to the house, rummaged through another passbook, and stuffed it into her bag.

She sat at home for a while, staring blankly at the clock on the wall.

The second hand beats one frame at a time, making a regular ticking sound.

It wasn't until the wall clock rang the hour that she slowly stood up, holding her handbag, and as usual, at this fixed time, she pushed the door open and stepped out of the house.

She walked slowly but steadily, and first went to the bank to handle some business.

The woman at the counter had exquisite makeup and was prettier than the photos of her when she was young. She thought, "It would be great if my son could marry such a beautiful wife."

The delicate woman at the counter looked at the old woman who spoke slowly, with a flash of impatience in her eyes, and explained in a cold voice:

"Your house is very old and cannot be valued at the current market price. It must be depreciated before it can be mortgaged."

As the delicate woman spoke, she tapped quickly on the calculator with her long fingers, and then turned the displayed numbers to the old man.

The old woman leaned her face closer, her wrinkles and cloudy eyes almost touching the polished glass: "Is that all?"

There was a hint of disgust in the teller's eyes and he replied:

"Auntie, it's all like this. Whether it's a house or something else, once you get older, it won't be worth much. So, will you pay back the mortgage?"

"Yeah, you lose value when you get older." The old woman sighed, and slowly pushed the house book into the glass through the narrow gap.

The exquisite woman completed this business that was very profitable for her. With a satisfied smile on her face, she asked: "After the mortgage is successful, which account will the money be transferred to?"

The old woman picked up the pen, wrote a series of numbers and names on the paper, and said with a smile: "Wang Cong, my son's name is Wang Cong. He works as a guard in the prison, so he transferred the money to my son's account."

The teller didn't understand why the old woman was introducing his son to him. Who cared about his son's job? Are ordinary prison guards worthy of being proud?

baffling!

She just mechanically typed on the keyboard and entered the string of numbers and names into the system. She routinely asked the old woman to sign and press her fingerprints, completing all the procedures.

The old woman left the bank empty-handed. The delicate woman waved her hand, and the young security guard walked over and swept the handbag left on the counter into the trash can.

The old woman walked slower, but still walked steadily.

She arrived at the hospital, walked through the crowded corridors, and entered the lifeless wards.

In the ward, four patients were lying quietly on their own beds, with tubes inserted into their bodies. Their eyes were closed tightly and they slept quietly, seeming incompatible with the noisy world outside.

She slowly walked to the innermost hospital bed and sat gently on the corner of the bed. Her hand gently held the same withered and shriveled hand under the quilt.

She didn't speak, just sat quietly, immersed in her own thoughts, until at a certain moment, she reluctantly let go of her hand and walked slowly to the head of the bed.

Her hand trembled slightly as she pinched the tube inserted into the man's nostril and murmured:

"I know you don't blame me. We can't hold our son back. He will definitely be able to make a difference in the future."

Her hands were trembling, but she pulled out the tube with great stability. Her voice was hoarse but she seemed to be saying beloved words to her beloved:

"Don't be afraid. I will accompany you wherever you go. My son said that he will buy a tomb in the future and bury us together."

After releasing the tube, the old woman sat back on the end of the bed. One hand held the man's calm hand tightly, and the other hand took out a handful of white pills from her pocket and slowly put them into her mouth. Swallow slowly.

Ten minutes later.

Two belated nurses pushed open the door and came in.

The young nurse couldn't help covering her mouth and hurried to the bedside, but the older nurse had a calm expression, as if she was used to such scenes.

The young nurse asked: "They are all dead, what should we do?"

The elderly nurse replied calmly: "Check first to see if there is any balance on the patient's account."

The young nurse nodded, operated the tablet in her hand, and replied: "There is still some money in the account, which should be enough to last until the end of the month."

The elderly nurse said "Oh" softly, then walked to the bedside and gently reinserted the previously pulled out tube into the man's nostril. There was a trace of compassion in her voice:

"Since you have money, let him keep the bed. Remember, our hospital does not take advantage of the dead."

The young nurse looked at the older nurse with reverence, and then turned her gaze to the old woman lying on the bed. She asked with some concern:

"But there is only one bed, what should she do?"

The older nurse pondered for a moment, then said:

"Send her to the morgue first and leave her there for 24 hours. Then notify the family to come and take the body away as soon as possible. If it exceeds the time, let the incinerator handle it. The cost can be deducted from her husband's bed fee."

As the older nurse spoke, she bent down and forcibly pulled open the two wrinkled palms that were tightly clenched under the quilt.

In the prison.

Time slowly turned to the afternoon.

In the corridor, Wang Cong answered the phone call from his "mother", but strangely, the voice coming from the other end of the phone was a strange and young woman's voice.

"Hello, are you the son of Wang Ping'an and Liu Xiujuan? This is the Fourth Hospital. I'm sorry to inform you that your parents have passed away this afternoon..."

Wang Cong's ears seemed to be swallowed by the sudden silence, and he couldn't hear a single sound on the phone.

He leaned against the corridor like a sculpture, his eyes were empty, and the bloodshot in his eyeballs seemed to be frozen in cold red.

"Hello, hello, are you listening?"

"Please come to the hospital within 24 hours to take away your mother's body, otherwise, our hospital can only follow the regulations..."

Wang Cong came back to his senses and said anxiously to the phone: "I can't leave today or tomorrow, can I..."

"I'm sorry, sir, the hospital has regulations. Most of the beds in the morgue have been reserved by other patients' families. It is our hospital's humanitarian concern to free up a room to keep your mother for 24 hours, so please cooperate with the hospital's work."

Beep beep beep...

The phone was hung up and became a dead tone.

Feng Mu stood not far away, and his ears caught the voice on the phone. He looked at the distraught Wang Cong, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"What happened? You look very bad." Feng Mu walked over and asked with concern.

Wang Cong held the phone tightly, put it back in his pocket, took a few deep breaths, and his eyes were almost white, red and scary.

He looked at Feng Mu and said in a hoarse voice:

"It's okay, I just figured it out completely. There is no way out in my life, and I will never be afraid of anyone or anything again. I will no longer have any hesitation or entanglement. I must, must, absolutely, climb up at all costs, keep climbing, keep climbing, until I climb to the top of this prison."