It's fine.

The three words of Senior Brother Cao are concise and to the point. The handsome and beautiful black eyes looked at her with a gentle smile, as if they were saying that the mother was fine, and as if they were saying that she would be fine?

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

After getting up and sitting for a while, the second senior sister went home tonight and did not spend the night in the dormitory. She said that she missed home too. After going to the obstetrics department, she realized the greatness of her mother more and more that she missed her 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 sore when I recalled the scenes of the mothers last night.

I picked up my phone and saw what time it was. I opened the text box and sent her a text message after I went home before going to bed:

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

Senior Brother Cao is very nice, and I guess she will say she likes whatever she gives. Xie Wanying couldn't help but laugh when she saw this.

Cao Yong, who was at home, was actually a little confused when he looked at the novice dress she gave: Why was the color she gave this time completely different from the one she gave this time? The last time she gave it was blue, but this time she gave it directly brown.

Maybe she was thinking that he would like handkerchiefs of various colors. If so, what color would she give him next time, and green?

No, I will never think so much. Like sending blue that day, just because she felt that Brother Cao smiled so sunny and it looked like the sky blue. This time I gave brown, just remember when Brother Cao came to the emergency room to see her that day, I felt that Brother Cao would be so handsome if he wore a brown British windbreaker.

Lying down and continuing to sleep. Suddenly, a text message came in when the phone rang. Xie Wanying picked it up and looked at it. It was sent from a strange number, and it was written: Can you lend me some money?

The face of Geng burst out from his mind without any thoughts.

Another text message later said: Sorry, I sent the wrong person.

Pick up your phone and quickly bar dabada and send a text message back: "You can borrow it, how much do you want."

After a long time of silence, the opposite side sent: 500.

“Is 500 enough?”

Her usual rhetorical question may have realized that she guessed the story and did not respond again.

Both are famous poor students in the class, Xie Wanying is more likely to guess than the counselor and the class monitor. Geng saved money and had to send money home.

Just because the family is poor, the poor will not let the children who can go to college send money to support their living expenses. Like her mother, the living expenses are not much more than the poor. If you can go to college and eat less, how can you say that the living expenses are not enough?

She and Geng’s tuition, miscellaneous accommodation fees, etc., have been reduced to almost zero payments in recent years with the help of counselors. There is no pressure to pay for the living expenses of school on weekdays.

She didn't believe that Geng didn't make money like her odd jobs and part-time jobs. She should be able to save money except for her own expenses, and would not be too tight to eat only steamed buns.

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

Expensive medical expenses are the last straw that really crushes poor families. Whether it is developing and developed countries.

No matter who it is, the medical expenses required to cure a disease are basically equal. In this way, many lives have to be abandoned because of money.
Chapter completed!