Siheyuan: Promoted to engineer, torturing and weeping animals

But to be able to make street sneakers in Sijiu City all over the capital obey him, at least he must be a man of loyalty.

People in the old capital, especially those who come out to hang out, pay attention to reputation the most!

Let's just talk about a stinky and shameless person like Xu Damao, who can't do anything like slap his face in public and break his promise.

So Zhang Yi helped the little bastard this time, and he will definitely remember it in his heart.

This is the best time to win people's hearts.

Without further ado, Zhang Yi walked over to pick up his leather jacket, and said to Li Kuiyong with a serious face: "It's such an important matter, why did you come to see me today? Go now, I'm going to see my uncle's condition!"

Seeing this, Li Kuiyong was extremely moved in his heart, and felt that he had read the right person.

"Brother Zhang, I wanted to come here to find you before. But the little bastard disagreed, and said that he could not come here to bother you even if he was killed! I was afraid that I would ask you to borrow money, which would affect the friendship between my brothers."

"He wants to save face. Later, when he saw that his father was seriously ill, he couldn't show his face if he wanted to repent. So I had no choice but to come to you without telling him."

Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help being amused in his heart, when is it, and he still cares so much about his own face?

But yes, this is in line with the character of the little overlord in the capital.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have known clearly that it was a death, and he would have gone to the appointments of those big courtyard boys, and the two of them would fight hundreds of people.

It is said that when the little bastard died, he hugged a big tree to die, just not letting himself fall down.

Of course, these are all rumors, and it is not ruled out that he was tied to a tree and beaten.

Zhang Yi got dressed and took Li Kuiyong out the door.

He is riding an electric motorcycle, and Li Kuiyong is riding a bicycle.

When we came to the intersection, there were still breakfasts in the breakfast shop, so Zhang Yi asked for a few fritters.

Li Kuiyong was a little anxious, and couldn't help complaining about Zhang Yi. He felt that Zhang Yi still wanted to eat fried dough sticks at this time, so he might not take the little bastard's father seriously.

But after Zhang Yi took the fritters, he handed them to Li Kuiyong.

"Brother Zhang, you..."

Li Kuiyong was surprised, he didn't expect Zhang Yi to buy it for him!

Zhang Yi said: "Don't pretend, you look like you didn't eat in the morning. Hurry up and put something on!"

A person's state is completely different when he or she eats or not.

For example, Li Kuiyong stared at the white flour cakes on his table as soon as he entered the door.

Zhang Yi didn't want to greet him with cold pancakes, so he took him out to eat some.

"We have to go to the hospital quickly, I won't invite you to sit down and eat. You can deal with it as you like!"

Li Kuiyong was extremely moved and at the same time extremely ashamed.

He felt ashamed of his villainous heart just now, Zhang Yi is such a good brother, how could he doubt it?

"Brother Zhang, thank you! Would you like one too?"

"I don't need it, I've eaten at home. Let's go!"

After speaking, Zhang Yi drove forward on the tram.

Li Kuiyong pedaled hard on his bicycle, eating fried dough sticks while riding.

It took almost an hour for the two of them to arrive at the hospital where the little bastard's father was.

Zhang Yi parked the car at the door, then went to a nearby shop to buy a fruit basket and some snacks.

Li Kuiyong followed him, seeing Zhang Yi shopping, he couldn't help saying: "Brother Zhang, the things here are so precious!"

Zhang Yi smiled disapprovingly: "What is there, isn't it just money?"

This sentence shocked Li Kuiyong's heart greatly!

Who is qualified to say such a thing?

That must be a person who is not short of money!

Li Kuiyong came from a poor family, and it was not easy for his family to have enough to eat since he was a child.

money?It is an extremely precious thing to him.

But since he got to know Zhang Yi, he understood what it means to be rich.

What about the children in the compound?

They can't spend money like Zhang Yi, throwing hundred-yuan bills outside casually.

Li Kuiyong watched Zhang Yi take out a wad of banknotes to pay, and the salespersons in the store smiled very sweetly at Zhang Yi.

Li Kuiyong's eyes were full of envy.

Zhang Yi and Li Kuiyong came to the inpatient department of the hospital together and found the ward where the little bastard's father was.

The economic conditions of the Zhou family could not afford a separate ward, so the ward where Zhou's father lived was an eight-person room, and basically every ward was full of people.

As soon as Zhang Yi entered, he saw the little bastard sitting in front of the hospital bed, serving his old father to drink porridge.

The man on the hospital bed had dark skin, as if he had been dug out of a carbon pile, his body was haggard, and only skin and bones remained.

Even the eye sockets were deeply sunken, like a candle in the wind, making people worry that his life would be extinguished at any moment.

There were three or four half-year-old children standing beside the bed, and the youngest girl was only six or seven years old.

Their eyes were full of worry, confusion, and bewilderment, and they all looked at their father on the bed with worried faces.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Yi couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Who doesn't have some compassion in his heart?

Li Kuiyong came over and said softly next to the little bastard: "Head, Brother Zhang is here!"

When the little bastard heard this, he couldn't help turning around.

Only then did Zhang Yi see the face of the little bastard.

It's been a while since I've seen each other, the little bastard's face is full of haggardness, even his sharp eagle-like eyes and the rebelliousness that always hangs on the corners of his mouth have restrained a lot.

Obviously, after experiencing his father's serious illness, he has matured a lot.

Men always need to experience this kind of major life event to complete the transformation quickly. This process is very fast, and it may only need to be completed in a flash.

Zhang Yi came over, handed the flower basket in his hand to Li Kuiyong, and asked him to put it on the bedside.

Zhang Yixian greeted Zhou Yongyong, the father of the little bastard on the bed: "Hello, uncle, I am Zhou Changli's friend Zhang Yi."

Zhou bravely took a look at Zhang Yi, saw that Zhang Yi was well-dressed, he was not an ordinary person at first glance, and a look of relief appeared in his eyes.

At last, his son's side is not full of cronies and friends!

"Hello, my son is causing you trouble!"

Zhou said bravely and weakly.

"Look at what you said, your son is doing well!"

Zhang Yi said with a smile.

The little bastard thought for a while, stood up and said to Zhou Yongyong: "Dad, I'll go out with my buddies to chat for a while! Kui Yong, please help me take a look here and feed my dad."

After finishing speaking, he handed the thermos bucket in his hand to Li Kuiyong, then gave Zhang Yi a wink, and the two walked out of the ward.

After coming to the corridor, the little bastard said in a slightly tired tone: "Brother Zhang, why are you here? Did Kui Yong go to look for you?"

Looking at his dark circles, Zhang Yi knew that he might not have slept well all night.

Chapter 450

Zhang Yi said: "He is also doing it for your own good! I haven't asked you yet. Why didn't you go to find me sooner because of such a big incident at home? Don't you treat me like an outsider?"

Hearing this, the little bastard shook his head quickly: "I didn't mean that. It's just that you gave me a lot of money before, and I... really don't have the face to ask you for help."

Last time, Zhang Yi gave the little bastard a lot of money. If the money is still there, at least he can arrange a better ward for his father, and the initial stage of treatment will be no problem.

But obviously, the little bastard's money was squandered by him.

He is that temperament.

Zhang Yi looked at the little bastard, and said in a deep voice: "What do you think of me? Will I not help you because of such a small matter? I treat you as a brother, and brothers should help each other!"

"Don't let this kind of thing happen again! Otherwise, I'll be really angry."

He then said, "Don't worry about uncle's affairs! I have some contacts on my side that can be used. Transfer him to Xiehe Hospital immediately."

"I will arrange the best doctor and the best medical environment for my uncle. I will definitely heal his body!"

Zhang Yi saw Zhou Yongyong's complexion. Although he was weak, he hadn't reached the level of terminal illness.

Although I didn't check it carefully, it should be only the early stage of cancer, at most it is not in the middle stage, and it can be cured.

If the medical conditions are sufficient, he is confident that Zhou Yong can be cured.

But sending him to Xiehe Hospital now can show his greatest sincerity and save his time.

Anyway, he is not short of money.

After hearing Zhang Yi's words, the little bastard raised his head and looked at Zhang Yi with a look of astonishment, his eyes almost popping out.

He suddenly grabbed Zhang Yi's arm firmly, "Brother Zhang, can you really cure my dad? The doctors in the hospital have said that my dad's illness is very difficult to cure."

There was a glimmer of hope on his originally gloomy face.

In fact, at the beginning, he even made the worst plan, which was to lose his father.

Zhang Yi patted him on the shoulder and said: "It is really difficult to cure your father's illness. But the difficulty is not that this disease is incurable, but that with domestic medical conditions, only crabs and hospitals A large hospital of this level can provide it.”

"And the various imported drugs needed are relatively expensive. So for ordinary people, basically they can only wait to die."

How do you say that?

In fact, there is only one disease in this world that cannot be cured, and that is the disease of poverty.

As long as you are rich enough, even if you have AIDS, you can use cocktail therapy to treat it.

Even if it is cancer, there are more than 100 million specific medicines that can be treated.

But for those who have no money, maybe hundreds of thousands of imported drugs can make him choose to give up treatment.