"Cousin, don't worry, I will make good money and buy my second uncle a big house in the town in the future."
Gao Qian didn't respond, and she didn't know if she heard it.
At five o'clock in the morning the next day, Gao Qiu opened his eyes.
Years of persistent training have made this body develop the habit of going to bed early and getting up early.
Gao Qiu quietly stood up without waking his second uncle who was sleeping next to him.
After putting on her clothes and walking out the door, she found that the lights in Gao Qian's room were already on.
Gao Qiu walked over and looked at the scene in the room through the window.
The young and beautiful Gao Qian was sitting among a pile of vegetables, choosing vegetables in an orderly manner.
"Sister, why did you get up so early?" Gao Qiu opened the curtains and walked in.
The sudden voice startled Gao Qian: "Asshole! Who told you to walk in without knocking?"
Gao Qiu also realized that his behavior was somewhat inappropriate.
Fortunately, Gao Qian was choosing vegetables. If she was doing other things, it would be hard to explain.
"Sister, I see you are choosing dishes and I want to help you." Gao Qiu said, picked up a small bench at the door and sat next to Gao Qian.
"Who asked for your help? If you really had a conscience, you wouldn't have played football since you were a child."
Seeing Gao Qian's blaming eyes on herself, Gao Qiu wanted to explain, but in the end he didn't speak.
By the time all the dishes were selected, it was completely dawn.
Gao Qiu followed his second uncle, placed his father's photo on the table in the main room, and kowtowed three times.
…
In the ward.
Wang Chenggong lay on the hospital bed and looked at the doctor helplessly.
"Doctor Wang, am I...really hopeless?"
Wang Dashan looked calm, and while looking through the medical records, he said calmly: "Mr. Wang, your situation is too special, and there is nothing I can do about it."
With a "bang" sound, the door was pushed open violently, and a man and a woman broke into the ward.
"Baby son, are you okay? What's wrong with you?" As soon as the woman entered the door, she ran over quickly, hugged Wang Chenggong and cried bitterly.
The man came to the other side, pulled Wang Dashan over, and said seriously: "What happened to my son?"
Over the years, Wang Dashan's professional habits have developed an attitude of being indifferent to favors and insults.
No matter he is a rich man or a powerful official, everyone is polite when meeting him.
The man's rough movements caused a flash of dissatisfaction in his eyes, and a hint of ridicule on the corner of his mouth.
"The opponent's attack angle was very tricky. He kicked me three times in a row, all of them twelve centimeters below the son's belly button.
"I don't need to say more about the fragility of that place, so the conclusion is: Your Majesty, you are dead!"
An incredible look flashed in the man's eyes, and he grabbed Wang Dashan's collar with both hands.
"I don't believe it! How could this be possible?"
Wang Dashan snorted coldly and threw the medical records in his hands on the ground.
"Believe it or not, it doesn't matter what you say, it's what the medical record says."
The man let go of Wang Dashan, quickly bent down and picked up the medical records.
When he saw the description of "complete rupture...loss of physiological functions" in the medical record, he collapsed on the ground.
The woman ran over, grabbed the medical record, and after reading it, knelt on the ground and hugged Wang Dashan's legs.
"Doctor, please, save my son, I have money! Our family has plenty of money!"
The man no longer had the arrogance he had before, and his tone instantly softened.
"Dr. Wang, I know that you have superb medical skills. Please help me. We, the eleventh generation of the Wang family, cannot die in the hands of success!"
Wang Dashan looked proud. He had seen such scenes many times.
This is the attitude you should have towards doctors.
"Ahem!" Wang Dashan coughed twice.
"My son's disease is indeed very troublesome, but it is not impossible to cure. Of course, curing it is not that simple, as you know."
The man who was slumped on the ground was stunned and took out a bank card from his pocket.
"Dr. Wang, look, is this your card? Why did it fall to the ground?"
Wang Dashan showed a cowardly expression and took the card without changing his expression.
"It seems like it's really mine. I haven't used it for a long time and I even forgot the password."
The man quickly said: "The password is six zeros."
Wang Dashan laughed loudly: "Yes, six zeros, I remembered it."
"What about my son?" The man looked at Wang Dashan cautiously.
Wang Chenggong also leaned over and waited with bated breath for Wang Dashan's answer.
Wang Dashan lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Now, there is only one person who can help you!"
"who?"
"who?"
"who?"
The three of them asked in unison.
"His name is Gao Qiu! He is a football player! If you go and beg him, there may be a chance."
"What! You want me to beg that loser? This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Wang Chenggong roared angrily.
Wang Dashan sneered and looked at Wang Chenggong on the bed with disgust.
"Waste? Can waste beat you like this? Can waste heal his own comminuted fractures in just half an hour?"
Wang Chenggong was stunned, but he still said stubbornly: "He beat me and asked me to beg him. Is there any way to do this?"
"Yes, is there any other way? That Gaoqiu dared to hit my son, I will make him pay the price!" the woman gritted her teeth and said.
Wang Dashan put away his bank card, walked out of the ward, and said at the same time: "That's all, I've taught you the method. Your money is not in vain. As for whether you go or not, it's your business."
After Wang Dashan left, the woman hugged Wang Dashan and cried bitterly.
The man clenched his fists and stood aside with a complicated expression.
Finally, he yelled at the woman: "Why are you crying! Can tears cure my son's disease?"
After saying that, he looked at Wang Chenggong again: "Get dressed, I'll send a car to take you to Gao Qiu, and beg him properly."
Wang Chenggong looked at the man in disbelief: "Dad, do you want me to beg that loser too? Do we, the Wang family, lose face?"
The man took a step forward and slapped Wang Chenggong hard on the face.
"It's more important to save face than to continue the family line! Don't you understand the seriousness of this matter? If you can't handle this matter, don't come back! I don't have a son like you!"
The stunned Wang Chenggong stared blankly at the man, his face full of disbelief.
Growing up, my father never hit me.
what is it today?
Even if others beat me, my own father will also beat me?
Thinking of this, Wang Chenggong, a 19-year-old man, cried "Wow".
Seeing his beaten and swollen son, the man couldn't bear it and sat by the bed.
He whispered: "Son, it's not that I want to force you. Really, there is no other way!
"As for that Gao Qiu, it won't be too late to deal with him after he cures your illness. If he doesn't have that ability, I will make him unable to live or die!" This chapter has been completed!