The law of great fragrance for old men

Chapter 27

"Every year, with the support of Xinming Charity, all of dad's salary is saved for you to study in college. You don't have to worry about other problems, just study hard."

In the garden downstairs of the inpatient department, many patients were walking in hospital gowns. When He Minglan returned from getting medicine, she saw an older woman lying on a bench crying.

There were people talking in low voices around, saying that the eldest sister's husband's condition had worsened, and the family really had no money for treatment, so they planned to give up treatment. He Minglan was sympathetic and couldn't help but patted the woman's shoulder thousands of times and comforted:

"Sister, my family is also in the same situation. Fortunately, there is a foundation to support me, so I did the surgery. You should try it too, maybe there is hope!"

"What support?"

The woman became excited and wiped her face casually. Her gray hair was messy and her eyes were swollen like walnuts.

"Sister, are you telling the truth? My family also applied, and the review was very strict. The money won't come out for a while." The woman's eyes were sad:

"The medical insurance I bought is also reimbursed, but the thousand yuan one is of no use."

He Minglan didn't know much about the foundation, but recalling her son's tone at the time, she felt that the application process didn't seem that difficult.

"Sister, there is something called Xinming Charitable Foundation. Why don't you give it a try?"

The woman shook her head and wiped her tears and said, "I know that, it's a children's charity project. Where can I apply for it? Only those who meet the conditions can be rescued."

He Minglan was shocked and confused.

Only those who meet the conditions can be rescued. According to this, how did you apply for it every year?

Such a huge amount of money came down just after signing. The more she thought about it, the more wrong it became. She could hardly stand still and hurriedly went to find the doctor who signed the contract.

"Yours is indeed a charity fund relief fund." Director Liu called up the payment procedures and showed some documents to He Minglan, comforting:

"Don't worry, it's a formal project."

"Sorry, Director Liu."

He Minglan felt slightly relieved after looking at the list, and her eyes fell on a line of small words, Chushi Group Co., Ltd. establishment project.

Pushing open the ward door, she saw her son and her husband talking and laughing. He Minglan couldn't help but smile tenderly. He Cen waved to his wife and said:

"Minglan, come here quickly, I have decided to go back to my senior year of high school in September."

Hearing the good news, He Minglan temporarily suppressed the questions in her heart. The family of three chatted for a while. School was about to start in a few days. In the afternoon, He Minglan decided to take her son to buy some new clothes.

As evening approached, the sultry air dissipated a lot, and the taxi parked downstairs at Twilight Manor.

He Nian got out of the car carrying a few paper bags and said warmly to He Minglan:

"Mom, go back to the hospital quickly. Dad just sent a message asking you."

He Minglan responded a few times, looking at her son who had unknowingly stood erect, with mixed feelings in her heart.