Beautiful mother uses 18 martial arts to teach the whole network how to be a good person

Yan Qiaosheng said nothing.

He didn't want to expose his scars for others to see.

The young man just spent 50,000 yuan at once. He should not be the kind of person who gets a fixed salary as the couple had thought before.

Maybe what his family thinks is extremely difficult is not a big deal in the eyes of others.

Geng Bingjie's phone rang at this moment.

As soon as the phone was connected, Captain Liu's loud voice came out.

"Where have you guys been? Did you rescue the drowning person?!"

Geng Bingjie smiled at Yan Qiaosheng and went aside to answer.

They were silent for a while, and Shen Mo's phone vibrated.

"Brother Mo, I can donate money to the children." It was a message from Xiang Bin.

There seemed to be a break in Shen Mo's silence. He suddenly raised his head and turned to Yan Qiaosheng beside him with a serious tone.

"You can roughly calculate the medication expenses and follow-up fees for your child during the follow-up period. I know someone at a chronic disease foundation who may be able to help you."

Yan Qiaosheng was skeptical. What foundation?

He looked at Shen Mo, who walked aside to make a phone call after saying those words, and a strange feeling emerged in his heart.

With trembling hands, he searched for the hospital payment records and bank expenditure records from two years ago, struggling internally.

He had been groping in the darkness for too long and did not dare to hold out even a little hope, for fear of falling into an even darker abyss.

"Yan... Brother Yan, right? Let's exchange phone numbers! The foundation over there needs time to handle some formalities, and we'll need your cooperation then."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Mo pulled at his firefighting pants that were sticking to his hips and legs due to sweat from sitting for so long, and walked back to the waiting area.

In fact, when he was going through the admission procedures just now, he had already memorized Yan Qiaosheng's name and phone number. He did this just to reassure the other party.

Yan Qiaosheng, feeling nervous but secretly happy, quickly did as he was told.

Mr. Shen, who received a call from his only son on the other end, was confused. Was the person who called just now his Xiaomo?

Why did he hear something he had never expected on the phone?

The next moment, he was panicked again. Was his precious son scammed? !

What chronic disease foundation? His family didn’t start out as a charity!

Mr. Shen quickly found Mr. Geng's number and was about to dial it when he suddenly turned off the screen.

No, among the five boys, his Xiaomo has always been the smartest.

Even if there really is something wrong, Lao Geng should be the one to contact him first. He can't panic!

This thought died down, and Mr. Shen's mind instantly became active as he thought of what Xiaomo had just said about the foundation.

If this wasn't about my son being scammed, then... it would be much more eye-catching than the charity sale organized by Lao Geng and the others!

However, if the Shen family did it themselves, they would easily become the target of public criticism...

Besides, it would be a bit unreasonable not to bring along Lao Geng and his friends for such a good opportunity to gain fame...

Mr. Shen would never admit it. He became arrogant when he thought about becoming the biggest charity leader in Shandong Province's business community!

Geng Bingjie, who had finally hung up the captain's phone, looked depressed.

Obviously, the five of them were the ones who did the good deed, so why was he the only one who was scolded? ?

"The captain asked us to go back as soon as possible. We have been out for too long and will be deducted performance points."

Shen Mo was speechless, "When did we ever get performance points?"

However, he still asked Xiang Bin to notify the two people guarding Yan's house, to act separately, and let them return to the team first to avoid being punished.

Just as I was about to sit down and continue waiting for the results, the nurse came to call someone.

"Family members of Yan Tiezhu!"

"Here!" Yan Qiaosheng quickly stood up and walked over.

"The patient is in a very bad condition, with a serious infection, and needs to be transferred to the ICU. This is the consent form, please sign it as soon as possible after reading it, the sooner the better!"

Yan Qiaosheng's legs suddenly felt weak and he was supported by Xiang Bin, who had been guarding him.

Yan Qiaosheng looked at Shen Mo, "Young comrade... transfer to the ICU... is he going to die soon..."

Shen Mo pursed his lips, finally learning to be tactful, "This is just a form of isolation treatment to avoid more infections! Let's help you look at this book together, sign it quickly and treat your child!"

Yan Qiaosheng was a little panicked, but subconsciously thought of a question and called out to the nurse who was turning to leave.

"Nurse, is that CU expensive?"

The nurse patiently explained, "The ICU is definitely more expensive than a regular ward. After all, it requires various instruments to maintain and observe the patient's vital signs. Be prepared for the cost in advance."

After the nurse left, Yan Qiaosheng collapsed completely to the ground.

He had completely forgotten the original reason why he asked that question, and only the voice of the nurse just now saying "maintain...the patient's vital signs" was echoing in his mind.

Is his pillar finally going to reach this point...

Did they really do something wrong?

Had I listened to the young comrade and let the ambulance take him away at the beginning, this situation would not have happened?

Or maybe they should have kept an eye on him and prevented him from falling into the reservoir, then maybe...

Shen Mo called him twice, and seeing that his eyes were still dull, he simply patted his face hard.

"Brother Yan! You...you should cheer up! Zhuzi is still waiting for you to cure him!"

When Yan Qiaosheng heard his son's name, his eyes slowly turned and fixed on Shen Mo's young face.

Will his pillar never have the chance to grow up to be such a big boy?

"Little... little comrade, do you think... will Zhuzi blame me and his mother for not saving him..."

Shen Mo licked his dry lips and clamped Yan Qiaosheng's shoulders tightly.

"Zhu Zi is still alive! Going to the ICU means he can receive better treatment! If you delay any longer, you will only have the chance to regret it!"

Geng Bingjie and Xiang Bin stepped forward and helped Yan Qiaosheng up. Xiang Bin stuffed the pen into his hand and held his hand tightly.

"Zhu Zi...is not dead! He can still be saved in the ICU!"

"Money... not enough money... brothers, come and gather them together!"

"Brother Yan...sign!"

Yan Qiaosheng felt the small but strong hand holding him, and his vision blurred.

He broke away from the support of the two people and stood up on his own.

He wiped his eyes with his sleeve and quickly started reading the letter of inquiry.

These firefighters are right!

His pillar still has a chance to survive!

They still have a chance to make amends as a couple!

They cure!

He would even agree to sell his blood or kidneys!

On the subway and bus on Monday, a hot social news quietly appeared on the mobile phone screens of office workers.

"Oh my god! These firefighters are really doing good things!"

"You mean the slapping video in the hospital?"

"That's right! When I saw it yesterday, I also cursed along! No, I have to go to Yun and apologize right away!"

Qiu Zimeng glanced at the speaker's phone curiously and tapped quickly on her screen.

Soon, she saw several videos that showed distinctly different perspectives on the local news.

"The firefighter slapped the patient's family member", "The patient's family member knelt down in excitement", "The firefighter kept vigil in the ICU"...