signingbooks Chapter 191 I'm Happy
Chapter 191 I'm Happy
"Teacher Xue!"
When Xue Qiang walked out of the arena, Xia Jian, Ma Zuhu, Ye Chen, Deng Zhiqiu, and An Fuping were waiting for him outside the door.
"Why don't you go home?" Xue Qiang asked.
"Teacher, we haven't practiced for two days, why don't we go to the arena to practice?"
Xia Jian asked: "I'm afraid that my hands won't perform well."
"Okay, I know you guys are worried that you won't be able to pass the third year of high school."
Xue Qiang said: "Practicing for a day can't improve anything, and tomorrow's high school game will be used as a warm-up."
"But."
Deng Zhiqiu hesitated to speak.
"Put your heart in your stomach, the teacher has already worked out a perfect tactic."
Xue Qiang said with a mysterious smile: "This time the championship is none other than our class six!"
"it is good!"
When everyone heard Xue Qiang's words, they immediately became confident.
Xue Qiang went to the parking lot to pick up the car with a few people. Seeing that Ma Zuhu was still driving the Corolla, he couldn't help asking: "Are you still driving this car?"
Ma Zuhu doesn't need to deliberately hide his identity now, but he still drives this second-hand Corolla.
Think about the previous Mazulong, which was a limited edition Ferrari.
They are also rich and young, but the two people's behavior styles are quite different.
"The car is just a means of transportation."
Ma Zuhu smiled shyly and said: "Besides, even if I drive a Bugatti Veyron, what's the point if I can't play the car's performance in terms of urban road conditions."
"Okay, at such a young age, I live quite clearly."
Xue Qiang turned around and got into his car, driving home.
"Ma Zuhu, then let's go!"
Ye Chen greeted Ma Zuhu, and drove off in his sports car with Deng Zhiqiu and An Fuping.
"Yingmuhua."
Ma Zuhu chanted the name, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and made a call.
"Hey, help me find out where Ying Muhua lives."
Soon, Ma Zuhu got a reply and got into the car.
According to the address I got, I drove to the village in the city, and found Ying Muhua in a snack bar.
The two customers in the snack bar had just left, and Ying Muhua was clearing the table.
A middle-aged woman who looked very similar to him came out of the back kitchen and said, "Xiaohua, go to rest and leave it to mom."
"Mom, it's okay."
Ying Muhua tidied up quickly, and went to the back kitchen with the bowl and chopsticks.
Until late at night, the snack bar sees off the last customer. After closing, Ying Muhua and her mother will clean the dishes and chopsticks in the back kitchen for tomorrow's use.
It was early morning when the mother and son came out of the snack bar.
"Mom, I'll go to the hospital to accompany you tonight." Ying Muhua said: "You are tired all day, go back and rest."
"You are very tired after a day of school, and you still have to practice and play."
Ying Muhua's mother said: "I'm fine. When I arrived at the hospital, I spread some newspapers next to your father's bed and went to sleep. Usually I'm fine."
"Let me go."
Ying Muhua persisted and said: "When I go to school tomorrow, I can just sleep in the classroom, and the teacher doesn't care about me anymore."
"Well, that's fine."
Ying Muhua's mother couldn't help it, so she nodded and said, "Your father is usually fine at night. If you are sleepy, go to sleep on that chair in the corridor."
"Okay, I know!"
Ying Muhua urged: "Mom, go back quickly."
"Ok."
Ying Muhua's mother walked to the house they rented in the village deep in the city.
Ying Muhua jogged all the way to the inpatient department of the Second Municipal Hospital, and opened a ward for eight people.
His father was on the second bed by the window, his brows were still frowning in his sleep, his temples were grizzled by the pain.
Ying Muhua took out the bedpan full of feces and urine under the bed, poured it out in the toilet, rinsed it, and put it under the bed again.
After sitting on the plastic stool next to the bed for a while, I felt my legs were numb, so I stood up and took a few steps back and forth to move my legs.
Afraid of disturbing the patients in the ward, he decided to go out for a stroll in the corridor.
After opening the door and walking out of the ward, Ying Muhua saw a young man leaning against the wall and smiled shyly at him.
"Hello."
The boy greeted Ying Muhua.
"Hello."
Ying Muhua also responded politely and asked, "Are you also here to accompany the patients in the hospital?"
"I came to find you."
The boy said: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Ma Zuhu."
"I probably don't know you."
Ying Muhua said a little strangely.
"I just went to ask the doctor on duty."
Ma Zuhu said calmly: "Your father suffers from Hodgkin's lymphoma and is currently undergoing chemotherapy."
"What do you want to do?"
Ying Muhua suddenly gave birth to a trace of vigilance, more inexplicably.
"You should know that this tumor can be cured, and Pretty Country has developed a targeted drug against this tumor."
Ma Zuhu said: "The cure rate is as high as 80.00% or more."
"I know the medicine, but it costs 26 yuan per injection."
Ying Muhua nodded and said: "One course of treatment requires five injections, and generally three to five treatments are required depending on the condition."
"Yes, one treatment costs more than 100 million."
Ma Zuhu continued: "The league team you are going to offer you an annual salary of 80 plus bonuses, which is not enough for your father's one-time treatment."
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Ying Muhua became more and more suspicious.
"I can provide this medicine."
Ma Zuhu sighed: "But the condition is that you will not be able to play in Thursday's match."
"Are you willing to spend millions just to prevent me from participating in the finals?"
Ying Muhua couldn't believe it, and asked, "Are you from Class [-], Grade [-]?"
"It's really absurd. I originally wanted to break your leg."
Ma Zuhu smiled and said: "But seeing the situation in your family, I suddenly changed my mind. There is no value in not spending a few million in the account. Spending it can save a life. Why not do it."
"Give you a day to think about it."
Ma Zuhu turned around and walked out: "It's decided that you can come to Class [-] and [-] to find me."
"You are just a student, how can I believe that you can spend millions?" Ying Muhua asked.
"You really have strong limbs and a simple mind. Don't you know what Class Six is?"
Ma Zuhu turned around the corridor and went down the stairs, the voice drifted over.
"Senior class two and six?"
Ying Muhua suddenly remembered, isn't that the famous second-generation ancestor class in the whole school?
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Ma Zuhu went down halfway down the stairs, and suddenly couldn't restrain his sneer.
"What bullshit was that just said?"
Ma Zuhu shook his head.
"How about saving a life? In my mind, life is the least valuable thing."
"Like that kind of ants, they can't create much value when they live, and they die when they die."
"Then why am I?"
"In order to win the championship?"
"Spent millions just to win a basketball championship?"
"This should be the most loss-making business in the world."
Ma Zuhu walked to the car, opened the door and sat in, stopped sneering and returned to seriousness.
"But, I'd love to."