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"Hey, little girl, crying doesn't solve the problem."

The taxi driver saw wenzhizhi's tearful face in the rearview mirror. He could not help imagining that if his daughter got married, if his granddaughter was ill, he would only remember to cry. He didn't know how to get to the hospital.

A 90 second red light crossing.

While wenzhizhi is running and thinking about the current situation, she has already come to Xiaomei unconsciously.

Wenzhizhi plans to have a detailed talk with Xiaomei after understanding Ziyu's illness and communicate feelings. The employment relationship should not only be maintained by cold money, but also have human feelings.

The warmth conveyed by the driver's uncle should be better transmitted to other people.

Responsible, her guilt will be strong a little bit.

Now I see that Xiaomei is so serious about Ziyu's illness: "Xiaomei is younger than me. How can I ask Xiaomei to be calm and calm than me? " She was ashamed of her previous double standards.

When wenzhizhi saw the complex integration of the eagerness and joy on Xiaomei's face, she could not help but feel that she had been too demanding to ask the young girl not to panic in the event of major events.

Xiaomei knew that there was no loud noise in the hospital, so she saw that the surprise of wenzhizhi turned in her throat and became her arms waving constantly.

Just when Xiaomei thought that there was something wrong with wenzhizhi on her way, and wanted to call her sister Zhizhi, wenzhizhi's figure appeared at the elevator entrance.

After Xiaomei made a phone call, wenzhizhi's series of behaviors were only 30 minutes late than usual.

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In ordinary words, there is a sincere blessing from the driver uncle.

The driver's uncle looked at the running shadow and sighed: "what a kind child! I hope your daughter is safe. "

A "thank you" in the wind added a lot of warmth to the bleak, slightly cold weather.

Wenzhizhi had guessed that the driver's uncle would refuse, so after giving the money, she quickly ran to the inpatient department.

The driver's uncle was still refusing, "no! Come on, little girl. I don't want your money

Wen Zhizhi didn't ask how much money he asked, but he sincerely said a thank you to the driver's uncle. Then he got out of the car and quickly handed out a brand-new 100 yuan bill in his hand.

The driver parked the taxi at the gate of the hospital smoothly.

The hospital will be here soon.

Wenzhizhi knew that Ziyu was still young, and her will to survive did not know whether it was more or less. Therefore, Ziyu's health depends on how much a mother she is willing to pay to save her!

If you protect it, you will live forever! "

"Don't be afraid, Winchester. No matter how difficult the situation is, try your best to save Ziyu's health. Heart patients, as long as the disease is not terrible, the terrible thing is that they lose the courage to fight and survive before the disease.

When you see the search engine, those data show that some patients through surgery and drug treatment, live to old, and wenzhizhi's confidence has increased a lot.

The driver's uncle was driving attentively, and wenzhizhi was inconvenient to disturb him any more, so he took out the mobile phone in his bag. Enter the "survival cases of congenital heart disease" and start to examine the relevant cases carefully.

There seems to be a long way to the hospital.

The blood on her hands had dried up and the wound was beginning to coagulate. She looked at the car passing by quickly and felt that time and life were faster than the running car.

This stranger's warmth makes wenzhizhi's heart even more ironed.

She cheered herself up in her heart.

The car started at the speed of a racing car. Knowing that the uncle saw her in an emergency, he kindly gave full play to the fastest speed of the car within the prescribed range.

Wenzhizhi watched the uncle skillfully operate the gear lever and let out the car! No one can give you shoulder to rely on! Ziyu is so weak, she still depends on you to live. You can't be knocked down! "

But the driver's uncle, a kind of nagging, sincere and relative words, let wenzhizhi's mood gradually stable.

Wenzhizhi has been learning that Wen Ziyu's condition is more serious, and her fear occupies most of her mood.

The speed meter is constantly changing, and taxis are shuttling through the traffic. Like a little raindrop, it flows into the turbulent River to go to the broader sea.

"Girl, you don't have to live a good life as soon as you hear our old-fashioned words. Just listen. You work hard and you can do your best. If you can't, it's good to learn how to control your emotions! "

The number next to the red light slowly changed from two digits to single digits. The driver's uncle turned around experienced and held the steering wheel again.

After that, wenzhizhi felt that the tears stored in the root of her nose would come down again.I really didn't expect... "

"My daughter, not long ago, was diagnosed with congenital heart disease. The news from the hospital said that her condition was serious again. I really

Wenzhizhi began to talk to the uncle in front of her, "uncle, you said that like an elder of mine. However, we all know the truth, but we may not all be able to apply it to real life. "

The more Wen Zhizhi heard this, the more familiar he felt. It was just like what Zhang Wensi's mother, his dry mother, had said to him when he went to D City alone.

"Not to mention the next twenty years, but to the next ten years. If you look at it after ten years, you will be able to get used to it now. "

"If something happens to you, it may really be very serious and hard hit, but who hasn't suffered setbacks in life?"

She sucked her tears back to her heart, looked at the kind uncle in front of her and said some sweet words to herself.

However, looking at this uncle who looks like father Wen, but whose personality is not like his father at all, wenzhizhi's tears began to flow for a while and then gradually stopped.

However, how can Wen Zhizhi laugh at Wen Ziyu's situation.

Uncle deliberately said some jokes to make wenzhizhi smile.

"My daughter is as old as you, maybe older than you. It's not "relying on the old and selling the old.". I'm an old man. If I drive a few more years, I'll have to retire! "

"Little girl, the uncle will rely on the old and sell the old for a while. You don't mind. " Through the gap, he handed the paper towel to Winchester.

He leaned over, pulled out a packet of wet tissue from the drawer in front of the co pilot and handed it to Wenzhi.

The driver finally had time to turn around and comfort her.

When Xiaomei sees wenzhizhi, she is like seeing the backbone.

"Sister Zhizhi, you can count it! As soon as I heard the doctor's report on Ziyu's condition, I immediately called you. After waiting so long, I almost thought something was wrong with you on the way

"I'm fine. I'm late at home. What's the matter with Ziyu? "