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He needed money so his mother could live.

His only goal now, the only effort is to make his mother live well.

Sister Zhang

Jiang languor immediately tangled up, he is absolutely can't promise. However, he already owes the hospital a lot of money.

Suddenly, the mobile phone vibrates slightly, and Jiang languo looks at the Dunning information sent by the hospital and sinks.

The man sweated and didn't cry, but the original owner was only 22 years old. The pressure was so great that he couldn't breathe.

Vaguely remember that the diary records the trend that the original owner is about to succumb to reality.

Calming down, Jiang languo walks out of the door and walks to the fruit stand, bypassing Sister Zhang, who is teasing other cargo carrying guys.

After buying two bags of fruit, Jiang languo got on the bus to the hospital. He had a very strong desire to see his mother.

"Mom." When he knocks on the door, Jiang Lang pushes it open. He looks at Jiang Lian trying to persuade his patient to play mahjong. Jiang is helpless and calls out his mother, who is very positive at this time.

Jiang Lian takes her husband's surname. She is soft-natured, but she likes playing mahjong. Mahjong products are good, but when playing mahjong temperament will suddenly become rough to no good.

Jiang Lang guessed that he had never seen his father before.

However, he never thought that his father was a gentleman who could not be refined.

"Languid..." Jiang Lian turned her head and stayed in a daze. Seeing her baby son, she was moved, "how can you be free to come?"

The family is not well-off, Jiang Lian knows. Jiang Lang of this period of time was too busy to answer her phone calls before. So she also tried to restrain herself from thinking about her son.

"Languid." Looking at Jiang languor sitting beside him, Jiang Lian's hand slightly trembles and caresses his hair. His whole head, she is rare for her handsome son.

"Mom, how many times have you said, don't play mahjong in the hospital." Jiang languo takes out the apple to share with her mother's other patients.

"Thank you."

Ginger languor micro smile, politely: "no, but my mother's temperament is difficult for you."

"No, it won't be so stuffy in the ward if sister Jiang is here."

When he looks back, he sees his mother looking at him arrogantly, as if to say, "look, I really didn't disturb them."

Jiang Lian also picked a red apple for herself from the bag and handed it to her son. Her intention was obvious.

"You can't always let others play mahjong secretly with you." Jiang Lang appointed his mother to cut the apple.

Jiang Lian's momentary wilt son bar Ji's attire pitiful, "the mother always lies in the hospital, the brain will rust."

When his mother is seriously ill, she will be in shock and life-threatening. Repeated blood transfusion is needed, and it is getting serious enough to require bone marrow transplantation.

Jiang languo has no money or connections to find bone marrow.

"Son."

Jiang Lang's hand was suddenly held by Jiang's mother. She looked at her son with a smile, "don't have too much pressure. No matter how bad it is, my mother will just go to meet your father. Do you dislike your father so much that you don't let your mother see him. "

A look at her son's expression, Jiang Lian knows what Jiang Lang is thinking.

"Yes, I dislike him, so you can't go with him." Ginger languor red eyes, voice pressure is very low, just reluctantly did not cry cavity tremble.

"Son, actually..."

Jiang Lang stopped Jiang's mother's words, put the apple into her mouth and said, "Mom, it's time to eat apples. You can't talk when you eat. This is what you taught me."

Son, in fact, mom doesn't have to be hospitalized.

Hospitals can't save the poor.