Just because I can eat, let me go to the transfiguration meter

Chapter 50: Silent, only a thousand lines of tears
Assistant Director Wang finally reacted and hurriedly rushed forward to hug Wang Liu's waist.

Why does this old man feel so strong?

Wang Liu, who wanted to die, ignored him and struggled forward crazily. The two assistants also came up and hugged Wang Liu's legs and feet. Fortunately, there was a protective fence outside, otherwise they would have let him go. Wang Liu jumped down.

In the end, several people pulled Wang Liu back and cornered him in the corner of the bed.

Several people looked at Wang Liu with eyes containing various complex emotions such as pity and fear.

If millions of viewers knew that they went to the hospital and killed Grandpa Wang Liu, then the show would no longer need to be filmed, and the words "Metamorphosis" could be removed from history.

Assistant Director Wang sat there panting heavily and comforted Uncle Wang: "You don't have to be like this, we will definitely try our best to help you!"

A young assistant also thought of Xu Fei's family situation and said, "Your eldest grandson's family is very rich. He can treat your illness just by asking for money from his parents. You don't have to worry."

Wang Liuze waved his hands sadly and said: "He is just my grandson in name only. He will go back to the city after only a few days in the countryside. How can we have any intersection in our future lives? Besides, his parents are not related to me." Yes, why should you spend money on me?"

Saying goodbye, she started crying again, thinking that her son and daughter-in-law would be even more anxious than a bad old man like me when they heard the news that he had cancer. Not to mention that they would rush back from other places immediately, and the travel expenses would be a lot of money.

Life is too hard. Hemp strings are cut at the smallest points, and bad luck is designed to deal with misfortune. All bad things have happened to me, a bad old man, and I want to die but I can't!

Everyone was helpless and had to keep trying to persuade Wang Liu.

If this disease can be cured at one time, the money will not be a problem, but the most troublesome thing is that this disease cannot be cured at one time. There will be many follow-up procedures such as chemotherapy and medicine, and money will be spent every day. This is not just a one-time cure. Things that money can solve.

Several people were silent along the way, and their moods became pessimistic. The two assistants suddenly realized how precious and short life is, and they became sad.

A man hurriedly called his girlfriend with whom he had a quarrel, yelling to apologize, buying gifts and trying to cheer her up.

Another assistant also called his parents back for the first time, telling them not to worry about his situation.

Assistant Director Wang was thinking about how to explain to everyone on the program team, how to explain to the director, how to explain to the audience, how to explain to Wang Xiaoman, and a lot of trouble was piled on the head of his person in charge.

Uncle Wang already had some gray hair, and it became even grayer in the past two days.

After traveling all the way, everyone finally returned to Wangjiacun. A small assistant accompanied Wang Liu back home in despair, and another assistant followed Deputy Director Wang to the temporary base for a meeting.

"What? Asking the program team to organize a donation? Wang Tiezhu, you don't even have to think about it, it's impossible!"

When Deputy Director Wang revealed the plan he had been thinking about for a long time, he received unanimous opposition, or disapproval, from everyone in the program team, including the peacemaker who had always been good at living in the mud.

"Old Wang, we have worked together for many years. You know the rules of the program team better than we do. Don't say such nonsense. There are hundreds of staff members on the program team. None of them are kind-hearted people who use their love to generate electricity. They also have their own How can such a sum of money flow into such a place where it shouldn't flow into your family, your own life, and everywhere you need money?" "Wang Tiezhu, I'm warning you, you can even tell the chief director about this kind of thing. I won’t agree to it either. If you tell everyone on the program team, they won’t even agree. Do you have water in your head to think of such stupid things?”

After finishing smoking that day, Assistant Director Wang rarely became addicted to cigarettes. He would just smoke one when he had nothing to do. At this moment, he was smoking silently and sighed in his heart. Although he had known that this method was not feasible, Suddenly receiving so much strong opposition made him feel even more depressed.

No one would watch money fall from their own pocket into someone else's pocket, and that person is a person who has nothing to do with themselves.

The reason why he had this idea was that he had a lot of feelings from being in contact with Uncle Wang in the past few days, and he wanted to help Uncle Wang from the bottom of his heart. But as for other people, they did not have the time and energy to chat with Uncle Wang. Be careful one night and then convert them.

When the matter was reported to the chief director, it was indeed as they expected. Wang Tiezhu was scolded by the chief director again. The matter seemed to have reached a deadlock at this point. Although everyone is not a cold-blooded animal, as the saying goes, everyone has his own destiny, wealth and wealth In the sky.

If you get cancer, you almost have one foot in the coffin. If this is something that can be completely cured through surgery, they may still consider it, but no one is willing to touch such a bottomless pit and stick it. If you get it, you can't get rid of it.

If it is revealed at that time that they gave money at first but then stopped giving it, it would be even worse for people to scold them. It would be better to be a bad person from the beginning. The show team has rules of the show team. It’s not that they don’t want to give it. I can't give it to you, so I can block Youyou's mouth.

On the other hand, Uncle Wang was walking at home looking at the familiar mud brick walls and rusty large iron doors.There is a half-door statue on the door, Qin Qiong on the left and Yuchi on the right, guarding the gate of the courtyard.

Since you can protect Wan's family, what if you can't protect my family?

Uncle Wang sighed and stepped forward to straighten the crooked portrait. The portrait was almost dry. As soon as he touched it, it fell down again and drooped, just like Uncle Wang's fire of life. As soon as he had a glimmer of hope, it fell again. Drooped.

Uncle Wang walked into his home and looked at the familiar yard, including tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, beans, coriander, and green peppers. The food in the small yard was only small, not old, which meant that someone had been picking these during his absence. Something to eat.

Uncle Wang felt warm at the thought of his grandson being able to eat vegetables grown by himself.

Dong Kaixuan was pulling a water pipe to water the vegetables when he suddenly saw someone coming in. He couldn't help but asked, "Who are you? Why are you coming to my house?"

Uncle Wang chuckled, thinking that this was another grandson that the program crew had told him about. He was so sensible when he first arrived, and he even knew how to water his own yard. He chuckled lightly and said, "Boy, I am your grandpa. This is my home."

Dong Kaixuan was about to curse, but then he reacted: "Who are you to me?"

Looking at the curious Dong Kaixuan, Uncle Wang ignored him and walked straight into the house to look for traces of his grandson.

In the room, Xu Fei and Wang Xiaoman were playing a war game with bamboo horses. The bamboo horses they made were small and delicate, and they were charging at each other. Uncle Wang was standing at the door, his figure blocking the light coming in. The sun and the shadow just blocked the two of them.

It suddenly became dark in front of him. Wang Xiaoman looked up and found that it was his grandfather. He yelled and rushed forward and threw himself into the old man's arms. Wang Liu shed tears while stroking his grandson's little head affectionately. .

Silent and silent, only a thousand lines of tears.

(End of this chapter)