I have Wanjie Red Packet Group

Chapter 162 Not a Problem
"I see, Mom, don't cry, we will treat you if you are sick." Zhang Feng hurriedly comforted him.

A woman in her twenties walked over with a CT photo and said with a sad face, "Brother, this is lung cancer. It can't be cured."

This is his second sister, who was married in the next town, and came to take care of her father after he fell ill and was hospitalized.

"Who says it can't be cured, as long as you have enough money, timely chemotherapy and surgery, the chance of survival is still very high."

Zhang Feng shook his head. Although lung cancer is the most common type of cancer, it is indeed very scary compared to common diseases, but it is not incurable.

"You're right, but if you want treatment, it can cost hundreds of thousands. How can we have so much money?"

The second sister sighed, "Besides, Dad's illness is already at an advanced stage."

Lung cancer in the advanced stage is basically declared dead for ordinary families, let alone poorer families like them.

"It's just that the chance of survival is a little lower. What should be tried is still to try. Money is not a problem, I can solve it."

Zhang Feng said firmly that he is not short of money now, enough to invite the best doctor and arrange the best hospital.

"Xiaofeng, don't act recklessly. If you want to get a large sum of money for medical treatment, how can you afford it? You know, tens of thousands have already been spent during this period of time."

The mother hurriedly said, afraid that Zhang Feng would use some crooked ways.

"Don't worry too much, I won't mess around."

Zhang Feng shook his head, took out his cell phone, went outside, and made a call.

"Call me during the day, what's the matter?" Yang Binger's voice came, and they had already developed a tacit understanding during this time, chatting basically at night.

"My dad is sick with lung cancer. Help me arrange a top hospital and keep it as secret as possible."

Zhang Feng solemnly said that his status is a bit special, and he cannot let some people know anything about his parents.

"Tell me the address and name, and I will arrange it for you immediately."

After Yang Binger finished speaking, she paused and said, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Feeling concerned, Zhang Feng nodded: "I understand."

Although lung cancer is terrible, it is not a terminal illness for him. He still has big men from all walks of life. There is always a world that can solve cancer. Even if he uses fantasy methods, he is sure to cure his father.

What we need to do now is to make the family feel at ease as soon as possible, arrange the best treatment environment for the father, and when the treatment starts at the hospital, he will also look for a solution.

He glanced at the Wanjie red envelope group, wondering if this type of lung cancer is better treated with technological means or panacea.

Lung cancer is a genetic mutation, and uncontrollable tumor cells appear. It should still be solved by scientific and technological means, but panacea must also be used, at least enough to keep the body full of energy.

While thinking, he returned, hugged his mother's shoulders, and helped her up: "Mom, how is my father now?"

"Wearing an oxygen cylinder, I haven't coughed for a while."

The mother got up tiredly, "You father and son, please meet. I didn't want to let you know so soon, but you came back by yourself."

"I'm so old, why don't you tell me?"

Zhang Feng frowned, "If I don't come back, I don't know that Dad has been seriously ill for more than half a month."

"You have been self-reliant since you were in college, and you have to earn your own living expenses. Now you are working on a summer job and you are called back. You can't even do the summer job. How can you go to school then?"

The mother smiled wryly, "This is what your father asked, but he didn't want to affect your studies."

Zhang Feng remained silent. There was only one reason for these things, being poor, so poor that people could die for a little money.

"Mom, during this period of time, I had some opportunities, got a lot of windfall money, and met some noble people. I will take care of Dad's illness. Money is not a problem."

Seriously speaking, Zhang Feng came to his father's ward under the puzzled eyes of his family members. On the bed lay a thin old man with black eyes, gray temples and shortness of breath.

"dad."

Zhang Feng looked at his father who hadn't seen him for half a year and almost lost his anger, his eyes were a little red.

This haggard man was once the pillar of their family. For 20 years, he has been supporting the family with his own strength.

Now, at last, he couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed, pitifully weak.

"Feng'er, why are you back?"

The father was exhausted. Yesterday he asked his wife not to tell his son about his affairs for the time being. He planned to talk about it after the summer vacation was almost over, so as not to delay his son's summer job.

"My son doesn't have to go to work in the summer vacation to earn that meager salary now. I got a lot of money by accident, so I came back to give you a surprise. In the end, you gave me a shock."

Zhang Feng was half joking, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Dad, you should follow the doctor to treat your illness honestly. My son is not short of money now, so I'm afraid to scare you if I say it."

"Son, where did you get the windfall?" The mother couldn't help but ask, the son just said that he got a windfall.

"It's a very common windfall, winning the lottery, but I don't know if you believe it or not."

Zhang Feng can only utter good-natured rumors. For ordinary people, winning the lottery is a common way to get rich.

"really?"

Elder sister Zhang Rou's eyes showed excitement, as if seeing a ray of light.

"Second sister, how can I be joking at this time, I originally wanted to surprise you, but now it seems that winning the lottery has become our family's life-saving straw."

Zhang Feng smiled wryly, and subconsciously clenched the phone tightly. This was his life-saving straw.

"How much did you win?"

My mother took a deep breath, and expressed her anticipation. If it is only a few thousand yuan, it will not be of much use. If it is tens of thousands, it will help a little. If it is a few million...

"The exact amount, I'll tell you when Dad's illness is cured, okay?"

As the juncture approached, Zhang Feng didn't know how much to say for a while. He was afraid that he would scare his parents if he said it was too big.

"There's nothing you can't say about it, it's all our own people." The second sister scolded, obviously heaving a sigh of relief.

"There's a lot of right and wrong. Let's talk about it after Dad's illness recovers. You don't have to worry about the money. I just asked a friend of mine to help. I will transfer Dad to a better hospital. There will be no surprises later."

Zhang Feng didn't say the specific number, and he didn't want to be troubled. He is a poor man, and he can deeply understand the reality of who knows.

My family is poor, and most of my relatives will not come during the holidays. Even if I go to someone else's house, it is easy to be disgusted.

And once he had money, those relatives would probably come over right away. He didn't want those real relatives to disturb his father's treatment. This was the key.

"You're right. Some people are really annoying. They usually dislike us so much. As soon as they hear that you won the lottery, they will come to inquire immediately. It's very annoying."

The mother nodded, feeling that her son's choice was right.

(End of this chapter)