Chapter 165 The time is not long

Wu Gengzi!" Tang Qingran repeated it. Uncle Sun found the news about Wu Gengzi. If my mother comes to change my class, I will accompany you to find him.

As soon as the words were said, Tang Qingran felt that it seemed to be a little inappropriate. Others helped her, but in the end, she had to wait for her for about half an hour. She hesitated for a moment and lowered her head and said, "Mr. Lin, my father is still in surgery. I'm worried..."

"It's okay. I'm not in a hurry." Lin Binghan shook his head and said lightly.

She said this sentence just to comfort Tang Qingran. If she really abandons her father who is being rescued and doesn't take her to her grandson, she may still feel that people like Tang Qingran are not suitable for use. Filial piety comes first. If she doesn't even care about her father's life and death and just wants to please her superiors, then such a person is definitely not worth it. Go to use it.

Lin Binghan looked calm on the surface, but her heart began to flutter and accelerate. Hearing the news about Wu Gengzi, no one would be more excited than her, but it was not suitable to show it now.

After waiting for about 30 minutes, Tang Qingran's mother rushed over from the outside, holding a black leather bag tightly in her hand. The outer skin was a little broken, and most of the paint on the yellow zipper had already been worn off.

"Qingran, how's your father?" Qian Yunyun's eyes were red, as if she had just cried. She touched the leather bag in her hand and handed it to Tang Qingran. Here is the 5,000 yuan I borrowed. You have to collect it. This is your father's life-saving money.

Hearing Qian Yunyun's words, Liu Qing and the two were relieved. No wonder she looked dusty. It seemed that she heard the news of her husband's illness and ran out to borrow money. I don't know how many people have to beg for the money inside. Seeing Qian Yunyun holding the leather bag's hands, Liu Qing sighed slightly.

There are always so many people in the world who die because they look down on illness, and they also endure the pain and suffering all day long. Life is better than death. However, the price of medicine in China keeps rising, and most of the moral profession of doctors has long been lost. The term doctor has become a representative of the multi-income profession.

"Mom, don't worry. The dean has promised to give us a waiver of all fees and return the previous medical expenses to us for free of charge. Tang Qingran stretched out his hand to wipe the dust on his mother's right face, stared at her red eyes and smiled, as if she had encountered the happiest thing in the world.

"Really?" Qian Yunyun obviously couldn't accept such a fact. After listening to Tang Qingran's introduction, she knew that the man next to her was the dean. She hurriedly thanked the dean and almost knelt on the ground.

The dean looked at Liu Qing with an embarrassed face, smiled at Qian Yunyun, said some polite words, and then found an excuse to leave. After doing too many bad things, I was suddenly forced to do a good thing, and I was a little unaccustomed to being thanked.

In the next few minutes, Qian Yunyun said some words of gratitude to Liu Qing and praised her daughter for being blessed to meet such a good leader. Tang Qingran simply explained something, and the three of them left the hospital in a car and went to Fengyang Village.

Because of the closure of the factory, the environment in Fengyang Village has improved more and more. Many old people have walked out of their rooms and sat in the village to bask in the sun. Although they left the root of the disease before and had to take a lot of herbal treatment every day, the children who learned that the factory was closed also took time to come back to have a look, which made some old people unable to sleep.

Lin Ruofeng, who returned to Lanhai City, sent several researchers to find ways to minimize the harm of pollution and radiation around him. He also didn't want anyone to be hurt again. He understood the pain of suddenly losing a loved one.

When the three came to Lao Sun's house, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. The village was deserted and quiet. There was only a dim light telling outsiders that there were still people living here. Before resting, Lao Sun was sitting in a chair enjoying the tranquility of the night and feeling the breeze of the night that he had not felt for a long time.

"Uncle Sun, my mother said that you found the news about Wu Gengzi. Can you tell us in detail?" Tang Qingran took the lead in walking to Lao Sun's side and said bluntly.

"Ha ha, I knew you would come." Old Sun shook the cigarette gun in his hand and said with a smile. Well... I just found the news in the morning. Wu Gengzi is actually a unique animal in our village. I don't know its name, but I know that there are still alive in Luan City.

"So, where are we going to find it?" Liu Qing asked.

"Now I'm afraid that only two or three of this Wu Gengzi are alive, and they are almost extinct animals." Old Sun sighed slightly. I think there were many animals when we were young, but now we can no longer find familiar animals. Maybe they are all extinct, and we old men are about to accompany them.

Liu Qing and the other three stood quietly beside Lao Sun. Lao Sun sat on the chair and looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and his eyes were full of memories. None of the three of them bothered Lao Sun and looked at him quietly, just like three children preparing to listen to the story of the old man in his twilight years.

"There is Zilong Mountain in the east of Luan City. You can go to the temple to have a look. There is an old monk named Fakong. He also went out of our village. Last time, my grandmother told me that he still raised Wu Gengzi, but I don't know if he is still alive now. Oh, old." Old Sun's words are full of sadness.

Liu Qing wrote down the name of the person Lao Sun said. The three of them accompanied Lao Sun to talk about some other words. Lao Sun also told Liu Qing and the others about what his grandmother told him. The three of them also knew something about the monk Fakong.

"When was the last time my grandmother saw the monk Fakong?" Liu Qing asked weakly.

"Well..." Lao Sun looked sluggish and laughed awkwardly. I also asked my grandmother this question. You know, my grandmother is in her 80s, and it is not easy to remember Wu Gengzi. She said at that time..."

Old Sun cleared his throat, as if he deliberately aroused the appetite of the three people, and said slowly.

"Grandma said, Sun, it's not long. The last time I went to the city, wasn't it when you were just a father? It's not long."

"..." Hearing Lao Sun's words, the three people were petrified on the spot.

When Lao Sun was a father, the last time Liu Qing came, he didn't hear Tang Qingran say that Lao Sun's child was in his twenties, and now he has worked outside to marry his wife and have children. That is to say, it has been more than 20 years since Grandma saw the monk Fakong.

Now they really don't know whether Fakong has become dust or living in the temple. Lin Binghan looked at Lao Sun with extreme collapse and gave a blow to a piece of candy. She finally realized what it was like.

(to be continued)