The guard was in his early fifties and talked a lot. He talked a lot to Fang Han about this Uncle Feng on the short journey.

Mr. Feng is in his early 70s and was originally a professor in the Chinese Department of Jiangzhou Jiaotong University. Mr. Feng’s wife is also very good and a very kind old lady.

The old couple met when Mr. Feng went to the countryside. The old lady was illiterate, but Mr. Feng was a professor in the Chinese department. It is said that such a pair of combination is definitely difficult to be long-term.

But in fact, Mr. Feng and his wife are very loving, and they have been together for nearly fifty years.

The old lady was injured, sick, and unable to have children when she was young, but Uncle Feng never despised his wife. The two old men had no children, and Uncle Feng was consistent with the old lady.

"The two of them didn't adopt a child?" Fang Han asked.

"I heard that I adopted a child, a boy. When the child grew up, he disliked Mr. Feng, regardless of his image all day long, dressed in old-fashioned, and liked to pick up garbage. He had no contact for so many years. I heard that the child seemed to have recognized his biological parents."

The two of them were walking while talking. When the guard was suddenly shocked, the mine lamp in his hand hit the distance. On the ground not far away, an old man in a coat was lying flat on the ground.

Seeing someone lying on the ground, Fang Han and the door speeded up.

"Uncle Feng!" Seeing the old man's face clearly, the guard exclaimed again.

"Is this Mr. Feng?" Fang Han was a little surprised.

Originally, after hearing the guards say so much, Fang Han thought that Mr. Feng should be the kind of knowledgeable and talented old man with a confucian spirit, but he never thought that Mr. Feng had wrinkles on his face and looked older than his actual age.

"Uncle Feng!"

The old man was still conscious at this moment, but he frowned and covered his abdomen with his hands. It looked extremely painful. When he heard someone calling him, he barely opened his eyes to look.

"It's Xiao Lu."

Fang Han had already squatted down and touched the old man's wrist with one hand, asking: "Old man, why are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"The stomach hurts, it's okay." The old man gritted his teeth and forced a smile: "I know my situation. I shouldn't have eaten that bowl of dumplings, but I still can't bear it. She doesn't understand. She finally made it. It's time to eat dumplings for the New Year."

"Master Lu, call the emergency number immediately." Fang Han had already judged it through the pulse. The old man's condition was very serious and he was in danger of his life.

"Okay." Master Lu hurriedly took out his cell phone and made a call, and at the same time comforted Mr. Feng.

"Mr. Feng, please hold on. Dr. Fang is a doctor and has a very high level. I'll call the emergency number now."

As he spoke, the phone was connected. On the other side of the phone, the emergency dispatch center asked about Master Lu's condition.

"Tell them that it is suspected of rectal cancer, intestinal obstruction... the condition is critical." Fang Han said.

Master Lu hurriedly told the situation, and then squatted down. He was anxious just now and forgot that Mr. Feng had been suffering from rectal cancer for half a year.

Fang Han now also understood what the old man meant just now.

He actually knows his condition, rectal cancer, and such a disease cannot eat dumplings, he can only eat some easy-to-digest foods or liquid foods.

"Master Lu, let's take Uncle Feng to the guard room first. The ground is too cold." As he said that, Fang Han handed over the mine lamp he had just taken to the guard, then picked up the old man, and Master Lu hurriedly led the way.

After entering the guard room, Fang Han put the old man on the bed in the guard room and then used massage to help Mr. Feng relieve the pain.

With Fang Han's massage, Uncle Feng recovered a little, and was less painful, and he actually struggled to get up.

"Mr. Feng, your current situation is very dangerous." Fang Han hurriedly held down the old man.

"No, I picked up a square wrapped in a newspaper when I was picking up the garbage. It was full of money. Someone must have thrown the garbage wrongly. If someone finds it now, they will definitely be very anxious..."

The guard looked at Fang Han. He and Fang Han were planning to find Mr. Feng just now.

"It's 100,000 yuan, right?" Fang Han said with a smile: "I threw the thing away. Don't worry, lie down with peace of mind."

Mr. Feng half-believing and half-doubting: "Young man, did you really lose it?"

"The trash can be wrapped in newspapers next to Building 5, which is 100,000 yuan, right?" Fang Han said the situation.

Mr. Feng then believed it and hurriedly said, "Young man, I'll get it for you now. Be careful next time, I don't dare to be so careless."

Fang Han held Mr. Feng again: "You should lie down, you are in danger now, the ambulance will arrive soon."

"I still have to go back. My wife is waiting at home. If I don't go back for a long time, she will be worried."

The guard hurriedly said, "Uncle Feng, you lie down with peace of mind, I'll go and tell the aunt." As he said that, he planned to go out.

Uncle Feng stopped shouting again: "Remember to let her bring the things over."

"I understand." The guard responded and strode out of the door.

After the doorman left, Mr. Feng stopped struggling, but he couldn't help but mutter: "I don't have to go to the hospital for this disease, I can't do well."

"Old man, there is no disease in this world that cannot be treated well. Even cancer can be cured. First of all, you must have confidence and hope."

"I am an old man, I have lived to be over 70 years old. It's enough, why bother spending more money?"

"You are always a university professor. The country will be reimbursed by hospitalization and medical treatment, and the reimbursement ratio is not low." Fang Han had heard the guard say just now. The old man is a professor in the Department of Literature at Jiangzhou Jiaotong University.

Not to mention that the elderly are university professors, even ordinary teachers, as long as they are staffed, their wages are not mentioned, the benefits are still good, and the reimbursement rate for hospitalization is very high, almost reaching 95%.

Fang Han was very puzzled. Given the elderly’s condition, Jiangzhou Jiaotong University should be fully responsible for the elderly, so why can’t they afford to see a doctor?

The old man waved his hand: "Why waste national resources? I, an old man, can't live long even if I have surgery. It's better to leave the resources to those who need it more."

Fang Han was completely moved.

The old man's thoughts are really admirable.

In a sense, the old man's ideas are even a bit stupid, a little stupid, but it is this kind of stupidity that makes people move.

What kind of state can make an old man have such high awareness and high sentiment.

I am sick and can enjoy various benefits, but because I feel that I am old, I would rather give out this kind of welfare and resources to those who need it more. I suffer from illness and even during the illness, I still pick up garbage and donate to charity funds.

Perhaps the old man himself doesn't know that even if he doesn't go to see a doctor and does not enjoy this benefit, the benefit may not be given to others.

The guard just now said that the old man was selfless and worthy of admiration. Fang Han felt it was not very deep at that time, but at this moment, he was really impressed by the old man.

This is a truly selfless old man who has a truly selfless sentiment, worthy of respect, and scholar who deserves respect.

"Old man, don't think so. Not only can you not think so, you also have to live and live well, because only when you are alive can you influence more people. Even if you affect one more person, it will definitely be more valuable than the medical resources you save."

The old man was a little surprised. He didn't expect Fang Han could say such a thing.

"Young man, you overestimate me." The old man sighed: "I actually didn't do anything. I just did my duty to do things. I have some food, some clothes, and some live. I am very happy. If I am happy, I will be happier."

Fang Han's eyes were a little wet.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, the old man is very pitiful and sad.

He obviously has a high pension and can enjoy better benefits and live a better life, but he donated all his money to pick up scattered himself and save money. It's sad, pitiful, and lamentable.

Even in the eyes of some people, the elderly are classified as mentally ill.

But as for the old man himself, he feels that he is very happy and helps others happier.

Involuntarily, Fang Han even remembered a problem that has been discussed in society.

What is happiness?

Sometimes the happiness index is very low, such as the old man in front of him, who feels very happy if he has some food, some clothing, some housing, and can help others.

But sometimes the happiness index is very high.

Some people live in luxury houses and drive luxury cars, and there are many beautiful women around them, holding heavy power, but they are still unhappy.

"Old man, you underestimate yourself too much." Fang Han held the old man's hand, paying attention to the old man's situation at any time, and doing ideological work for the old man: "Everyone has his own value. Some people are worth a lot, and some people are worth a little, so your old value is worth a lot, and you should always cherish yourself more..."

"Old man!"

Fang Han and the old man were talking when an anxious cry came from outside. Then the door was pushed open, and an old lady of sixty-five or six years old walked in with the doorman.

The old lady was still holding a rectangle in her arms.

"Old man, are you okay?" The old lady walked to the old man, with no tears in her eyes, only caring on her face, and she did not cry. She was also a strong old man, an old man worthy of admiration.

"I'm fine, you don't know my situation." Old Feng smiled slightly and reluctantly took the cuboid from the old lady's hand: "Young man, the thing returns to the original owner."

Fang Han reached out to take it and placed it aside casually: "Thank you for your old age."

"I should thank you. If it weren't for you, I might have gone there." Old Master Feng squeezed out a smile. Even at this time, even if he was in critical condition, the smile on his face had never stopped.

The old lady held Mr. Feng's hand, with a smile on her face and a gentle look on her eyes.

At this moment, Fang Han finally understood why these two old men, one is a university professor and one cannot read a word, but they can reach the present day and be as loving as before.

On the surface, they seem not to be the same type of people, but in fact they are the same type of people. They have the same feelings, the same spirit, the same greatness...
Chapter completed!