Chapter 127 Helping Each Other

Chapter 127 Helping Each Other

Chapter 127 Helping Each Other
Zhong Kaihua pushed open the rusty iron door, kicked up a half-broken brick to block the wooden door inside, moved a few chairs, and shouted, "Dad, Mr. Yin from the club is here to visit you."

Uncle Zhong was wearing a T-shirt on his upper body and a blanket on his lower body. He was skinny and looked sick. He lay on the bed and trembled as he said, "Come in and sit down."

Zhong Kaihua was busy opening windows for ventilation, tidying up sundries, and making tea for guests.

The walls of the room were covered with mildew, there was a large patch of black water on the ceiling, mineral water bottles were piled up in the corner, a few clothes were drying on the balcony, and the rest were waste cardboard.

Yin Zhaotang sat on the chair, looking at Uncle Zhong who was weak and forcing a smile, holding his hand and said, "Uncle Zhong, are you feeling well?"

"I'm old, it's time to end it."

Uncle Zhong said he was relieved, but his face was full of nostalgia for life.

Dan Tart waved his hand, frowned, and looked around the room. Huapi put a fruit basket on the table, picked up the broom in the corner, and started cleaning.

After Zhong Kaihua handed the tea to Mr. Yin, he panicked and tried to grab the broom, muttering that he was not a good host. But Hua Pi did not return the broom to him, and ordered the other brothers to clean up together.

When the boss was doing good deeds, he couldn't just sit there and slowly learned to lend a hand.

Zhong Kaihua sighed and patted his thigh, then came to Yin Zhaotang, bowed apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yin, the family environment is not good, please bear with me."

Yin Zhaotang shook his head: "I'm fine, it's just that the hygiene is too poor and I'm worried about affecting the patient's health."

Uncle Zhong explained with concern: "It's okay. Kaihua has to go to work every day and take care of me. He only sleeps four or five hours a day. It's hard enough."

"There are many things in the house that need repairing, but I just don't have time to do them."

Yin Zhaotang nodded in agreement: "I understand. I am here to help my uncle today. A hospital car will arrive downstairs in ten minutes. I will take you to the hospital for a checkup first."

"Treat the disease if you have it, take the medicine if you have it, and take good care of your body."

"Don't take Chinese medicine. It can't cure blood cancer."

Zhong Kaihua looked old and his eyes were sour. He spoke with a nasal voice: "Mr. Yin, my father used to take Western medicine and stay in the hospital, but our family has no money anymore."

"The consultation fee is several thousand yuan a month. If you pay one cent less, the hospital will stop giving you medicine, no matter how much you have paid in the past."

These days, one pill of leukemia medicine can cost Zhong Kaihua a month’s salary, and one stage of treatment can burn down a house in Tsim Sha Tsui East.

Taking Chinese medicine is actually just waiting to die. The boiled herbs are mixed with painkillers and sleeping pills.

Doctors with conscience will tell their patients clearly.

Yin Zhaotang said: "I know that there is no filial son for a long-term patient. Brother Hua is a real man for being able to do this."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of uncle's medical expenses, but whether blood cancer can be cured depends on fate."

"On weekdays, I am quite busy with work. If Uncle Zhong has any unfulfilled wishes, I will try my best to help."

Uncle Zhong stretched out his dry palm, suddenly grabbed his arm, and said gratefully: "Mr. Yin, I am a dying man, so I am too proud to call you Atang."

"I heard from people that you are doing very well now, and you are a big shot. The club has been prosperous before, and I don't care whether the sign is popular or not, but I am very happy that there is a young man like you among the disciples of the club."

"Really worship Guan Gong, learn from Guan Gong, and be loyal and righteous in your heart!"

Zhong Kaihua touched the corners of his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

Yin Zhaotang said modestly: "Uncle Zhong, the society helped me make money, so I should do something good to repay the society."

Uncle Zhong sighed, "Everyone gives money to the society, but when does anyone give loyalty to the society?"

"Money is just a piece of waste paper once it's spent, but loyalty is priceless. The name will prosper in the future. The more you get involved in the underworld, the less you believe in loyalty. I didn't expect that someone would do it for me when I'm about to die."

"Since you are willing to help, uncle will be shameless. I hope I will have the opportunity to help Kaihua in the future."

In order to pay for his medical treatment, Kaihua sold his house and divorced his wife.

I had a good career, but because I was busy taking care of him, I couldn't get promoted.

His colleagues collected waste from the border checkpoint and gave it to him, which made him lose face, and his superiors didn't like him.

Uncle Zhong was indeed afraid of death and dragged his son down, but in the end, he still hoped that his son would get better. Only parents can love filial sons, but there must be love from both parents before there can be filial sons.

Yin Zhaotang nodded and promised: "Don't worry, uncle, Kaihua is also a member of the society, and he will help you if needed in the future."

"Okay, okay." Uncle Zhong's wish had been fulfilled. His face was filled with joy. He waved for his son to come over, held his hand and said, "Ahua, Mr. Yin is our benefactor. If Mr. Yin has any problems in the future, remember to repay him."

Zhong Kaihua agreed with tears in his eyes: "I know, I know"

Yin Zhaotang said politely: "Uncle Zhong, we are just helping each other."

Uncle Zhong smiled and nodded, with two lines of blood flowing from his nose.

"Helping each other will take you a long way."

Dan Tart was silent for a while, his eyes were sore and his emotions were fluctuating strongly.

In Zhong Kaihua's opinion, his father's disease was incurable, but being able to die lying on a hospital bed was already a kind of dignity.

"Hey, let's go to the next one!"

Yin Zhaotang watched the white car drive away, sighed deeply, and with a clear purpose, he took his men straight to Uncle De's house.

Uncle De's disease is lung cancer, which is different from Uncle Zhong's. Uncle De's son "Ah Hao" is helping the gang and is responsible for valet parking at a nightclub. He is considered a small leader.

But Uncle De was a regular worker all his life, working in a factory, and he didn't like his son joining any gangs.

After sending Uncle De to the white car.

Ah Hao smoked a cigarette and said with a smug look on his face: "Thanks for the show, boss."

"My dad used to always call me a loser, a jerk, and a bastard."

"Now I pay for his medicine and meals. I called him a loser, but he didn't dare to talk back. Today he even asked me if it was true that my company could help with medical treatment. He was picky. My boss is called Shenxiantang, how could it be fake!"

Dan Tart patted his head and said, "Shut up and don't yell at Brother Tang."

"What's the difference between us? Call Brother Tang by his nickname in person!"

Ah Hao ducked his head, leaned forward quickly, and clapped his hands: "Sorry, boss."

Yin Zhaotang smiled and said, "Uncle De wants me to find you a proper job. I just promised you that I will keep my word. Tomorrow the parking job at the nightclub will be replaced. You will report to the Pegasus sneaker factory in the New Territories."

"Brother Zuoshou will take you."

Ah Hao was unwilling to give up, screamed, and spread his hands and said: "Brother Tang, come out, how can you stand out without risking your life? Give me a chance!"

Yin Zhaotang patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Ahao, don't make it difficult for me."

"Got it, Brother Tang."

He sighed deeply, looking very depressed, but he did not dare to go against the boss's wishes.

Yin Zhaotang took care of the funeral arrangements for two terminally ill patients. He saw that some of them were affectionate while others were smiling frivolously. Every family is different when faced with a serious illness, and it is always a good thing to be more optimistic.

Of the three people who came later, two were family members of gang members, and they didn’t dare to ask for anything other than medical treatment.

After all, Uncle Zhong used to be a big shot in the society, so he dared to ask for favors. As for the family of an ordinary younger brother, they would not dare to say anything except kneeling down to express their gratitude.

The remaining one is "Fei Boxian", an old neighbor of the Garden Building. Fei Boxian used to be the leader of the gang in the Garden Building and occupied the only ground tennis court in the building.

He collected several thousand yuan in protection fees every month, and also sold cigarettes and alcohol, formed gangs, and was very powerful.

But once his tendons were cut and his soccer field was stolen, he retired from the business world and worked in an electrical appliance repair shop. He has been married and had a child for two years. Last year, he was diagnosed with colon cancer and had blood in his stool every day.

Dan Tart led the way in the building of Block A, Phase 1 of Garden Street, and said with great emotion: "Fei Boxian was very powerful in the past, with dozens of gangs under him. Jixiang also wanted to recruit him back then."

"But he looked down on Lao Zhong's name and wanted to join a big gang. Fortunately, he didn't get into Jixiang's gang, but unfortunately, he was picked up by the henchmen of the big gang and it's hard for him to stay in the underworld."

"Come to think of it, we followed him for a while, just to kick a few balls."

Yin Zhaotang's memory was really covered up, and he couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Really?"

"Yeah, if I don't think about it carefully, I can't remember it."

"I'm coming." Dan Tart stood at the door of an office, raised his hand and knocked on the door, then heard the sound of slippers' footsteps coming from inside.

(End of this chapter)