The son rushed into the ward with forty thousand yuan and shouted excitedly to his dying father. Dad, I finally borrowed the money! You can have an operation! ! Father's lips moved. Asked the son. Mom, what's Dad talking about? I'm going to call a doctor!
Mother approached her husband's cheek and listened for a moment. I cried to my son, Your father wanted to ask you a favor. When you were a child, he often held you. Now he has to go, can you hold him?