Seven Years of Marriage I worked tirelessly, and now my career is flourishing and my family is happy. But the sudden bad news nearly made me faint.
After leaving the hospital, my legs felt weak. I arrived at the parking lot, leaned on the steering wheel, and cried for a long time. In the past, when I saw protagonists in movies and dramas shouting about the “Unfairness of Heaven,” I always thought it was overly dramatic. Now, however, I have silently repeated the phrase “Unfairness of Heaven” countless times.
After much contemplation, I decided not to reveal this news to anyone until I secured a Liver Source. This despair and pain are something I prefer to bear alone.
The hospital is a money pit; organ transplants not only have a low success rate but also require enormous financial support. My monthly salary is over twenty thousand, and with commissions, it exceeds thirty thousand. After paying off debts from my income in the first two years, I’ve managed to save around a million over the past few years.
I went to the bank with my passbook. After the Teller checked it, she said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Hu, but there isn’t that much money!”
“When I deposited money, you could handle hundreds of thousands or even millions! How come you can’t when I want to withdraw? Does such a big bank really not have over a hundred thousand?” I vented all my frustration and anger on this girl. “Get your Bank President here; I want to discuss this with her!”
I must have looked terrifying in my fury because the supervisor quickly came over, apologizing and trying to calm me down while asking the Teller what was going on. The young girl quietly explained something to her, and after checking again, the supervisor looked helpless and said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Hu, for keeping you waiting! We checked again, and your passbook shows less than 1,000 yuan!”
“How is that possible? The records are clear; I deposit 25,000 every month with no withdrawal records! After more than six years of saving, you tell me there’s less than 1,000 in my account!” Heaven has already been unfair enough to me; why do you have to bully me too? My anger boiled over.
“Mr. Hu, please don’t be upset. When you opened your account, it was one card and one passbook. Your passbook indeed has never had any withdrawals, but that bank card has been withdrawing 25,000 yuan every month!”
It’s in my wife Jiang Xiaoli’s hands. Besides her salary, I give her 5,000 yuan for living expenses each month. Why did she silently take away such a large sum without telling me?
Looking at the clock, it was still not yet ten o'clock. I called my boss to explain the situation. He expressed great sympathy and said, “Take paid leave during this time; if you need money, just say the word!” His words provided me with considerable comfort.
Dazed and confused, I returned home and lay in bed feeling restless.
I am 32 years old; my wife Jiang Xiaoli is two years younger than me. Our son is obedient and sensible; our most beautiful life has just begun. Why does fate treat us this way?
At the hospital, I knelt down and begged the doctor to help me coordinate for a Liver Source! The doctor helped me up: “Under normal circumstances, you would need to wait in line… Let me think of something!”
Tears streamed down my face as I bowed before her.
Right now, if securing a Liver Source isn’t an issue, then money has become the biggest problem. Over a million isn’t just a small amount; what did Jiang Xiaoli use such a large sum for? Why didn’t she tell me?
I heard a sound from outside as someone opened the door. Usually, my wife eats lunch at work; why is she back today? Could it be that she truly has some kind of telepathic connection?
Would she collapse upon hearing this news? I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face, trying hard to adjust my emotions. Just as I was about to open the door to leave, I heard my wife say, "Mom, why did you call me back in such a hurry? I'm busy!"
"Busy, busy, busy! All you ever think about is being busy. Don't you realize someone's life is at stake?"
"Don't be so dramatic. What's going on?"
"Your Aunt Zhao saw Xiao Hu at the hospital today..."
"So what? It's no big deal. Our family just had a health check-up a few days ago; he went to get his results."
"My silly daughter, let me finish. Aunt Zhao said she saw Xiao Hu in the oncology department, and he was in there for a long time. When he came out, he was crying..."
A long silence followed.
Then Jiang Xiaoli murmured, "But he's always been healthy! How could this happen? The child's tuition is over a hundred thousand a year, plus the mortgage and car loan... What will we do without him?"
"I don't care about the past. From today onwards, you have to listen to your mother... It's hard to find a three-legged frog in this world, but there are plenty of two-legged men. Even though your mother is fifty and has seen better days, there are still people who appreciate her. You have a decent job, you're at the right age, and you look good—what's there to worry about?"
I lost all courage to go out and helplessly slid down onto the floor.
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