Before going to the city, Ma Xiaole went to the county compound and looked for Yue Jinming to see the situation. I wondered if Song Guangming had done anything, but was scolded by a big-character poster. He must have felt very frustrated.

Song Guangming was frustrated, just like Ma Xiaole said, this matter had to be narrowed down, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing. Although he knew that Ma Xiaole did it, he could not pursue it. Especially since he heard that there were people in the Propaganda Department of Ma Xiaole, he had to pretend that nothing happened. However, Song Guangming was ruthless in his heart, "Ma Xiaole, don't think about anything you do,"

Ji Yuanhua also heard about this and had contacted Song Guangming. Song Guangming did not hide it in front of Ma Xiaole. He was so angry that the plastic steel glass teacup had cracked a crack.

"Isn't he the Central Propaganda Department someone?" Song Guangming's chest was fluctuating violently. "It's amazing, no one is watching,"

"Central Propaganda Department," Ji Yuanhua frowned, "County Magistrate Song, you just said that there is someone in Ma Xiaole's Central Propaganda Department,"

"Yes, many people know that I heard from Minister Shao of the Propaganda Department, it's very reliable," Song Guangming looked sinister.

"You are all confused by him," said Ji Yuanhua. "It's not that true. Where is the Propaganda Department in his Central Committee? I have worked with him for so long, and I still don't know the details. He knows a reporter from the Municipal Daily, which is what the Propaganda Department in the Central Committee, which scares people,"

"Oh," Song Guangming was stunned for a moment, "That's better. I'll wear his shoes in the future, so I won't have any worries."

Song Guangming and Ji Yuanhua discussed that they would endure it first, and after the cadre position was transferred, they would then do a good job of Ma Xiaole and resolutely let him wear his shoes to the end.

But Yue Jinming calculated all this.

After Ma Xiaole came, he told Ma Xiaole that hard days were coming. When Song Guangming became the acting county magistrate and Ji Yuanhua became the deputy county magistrate, he probably wouldn't be like this now and would definitely be disturbed in all aspects.

"I'm not afraid," said Ma Xiaole. "If they have the ability, they can come,"

"You are not in a state like this," Yue Jinming shook his head. "You still have to think about it. You need to reposition the way you act and speak. You should be like before. It was good before and everything is good, but now you have changed."

"Oh, okay, Minister Yue, I remember your words. I will reflect on it and strive to get better so that you will not worry so much." Ma Xiaole left without staying for a long time and went straight to the city.

When we arrived in the city, it was just six o'clock and we got off work.

Ma Xiaole didn't really want to call Tan Xiaojuan at this time. If the phone was called, that would happen again, but the mood tonight was indeed not suitable for trouble. Ma Xiaole didn't contact Fan Zaoni, the same reason.

There is no need to worry about Ma Xiaole's place to live. Anyway, it will be solved overnight. After contacting Tan Xiaojuan or Fan Zaoni tomorrow, it will be solved.

Ma Xiaole decided to go to the hospital to see Wei Xiaomeng first, and then stay at the Yinlong Hotel.

Ma Xiaole came to the First People's Hospital of the City and went to the ward last time, but he didn't see Wei Xiaomeng, so he went to ask the doctor, and the doctor said he had left.

"Didn't you have to observe for at least another week last time?" Ma Xiaole asked.

"What can we do if the patient is leaving?" The doctor was a little cold.

Ma Xiaole came to Wei Xiaomeng's house again. Perhaps it was because it was getting dark and it was very gloomy. Wei Dongguang had already returned and was worried in the yard. When he saw Ma Xiaole, he was very excited.

"Chengqin, Chengqin, see who is coming," Wei Dongguang shouted at the room. Soon, Dou Chengqin walked out, "It's her uncle,"

"Wei Dongguang, why did Xiaomeng be discharged from the hospital so soon?" Ma Xiaole was most concerned about this.

"Then what can I do? I don't have money and can't afford to live," Wei Dongguang cried, "I can't stay in the hospital, right?"

"What should I do if Xiao Meng's illness?"

"Just wait like this," Wei Dongguang said, "Now, all the delicious food and drinks are allowed to be her."

"Wei Dongguang, what do you mean?"

"At least it depends on her own fortune. I am powerless," Wei Dongguang said. "If you can't stand it, you can't blame us, and if you can't stand it, you can't blame us."

When Ma Xiaole heard this, he couldn't help but think of the fact that he was abandoned as young as he was, and felt that Wei Xiaomeng was even more pitiful than him. He could live without saying that, but Wei Xiaomeng, leukemia, there is no hope of life without treatment.

Looking at Wei Dongguang's face, Ma Xiaole was so angry that he came forward and grabbed Wei Dongguang's clothes. "Bang bang" was just a slap.

Wei Dongguang was stunned, and Dou Chengqin was stunned.

"Wei Dongguang, I'll fuck you woman," Ma Xiaole pointed at Wei Dongguang's nose, "Is there anyone like you who are like a father? Let Xiao Meng wait for death,"

"I, I..." Wei Dongguang seemed very wronged and sad, and couldn't speak. Ma Xiaole ignored him and asked Dou Chengqin to take him into the house to see Wei Xiaomeng.

This was the first time I entered their house, and there was a smell of damp mold.

A small room on the shady back is where Wei Xiaomeng sleeps. There is a small bed and a shabby table, and there are two shabby quilts piled up on it.

With a "bang", the incandescent lamp lit up and the dim light was very dark.

Wei Xiaomeng curled up at the head of the bed, her face a little swollen and pale.

"Hello Uncle Ma," Wei Xiaomeng smiled reluctantly, raised her hand and picked up the banana next to her pillow, and wanted to give it to Ma Xiaole, "Uncle Ma, eat bananas, it's very delicious."

Ma Xiaole looked at the banana. Her skin was already black and sticky, and it was almost rotten.

"Uncle doesn't eat it, I can't eat it," Ma Xiaole took the banana and placed it on the little space left in the corner of the table.

Wei Xiaomeng may have heard the movement outside just now and told Ma Xiaole not to hit her father. Ma Xiaole nodded and wanted to shed tears.

Wei Dongguang also came in, "This child is very sensible. When she was in the hospital, she said that she would not be cured if she had no money. Otherwise, she would not be able to pay it back if she owed a lot of money. She said she would go home early and then go to school to see her classmates and teachers."

Dou Chengqin was already crying, "A long time ago, the child often said he was dizzy and could not eat. I thought it was because of the poor food, poor food, and poor nutrition. I didn't feel at ease with Xiao Meng's words. I didn't expect that it would be this problem..."

"Stop talking, stop talking," Ma Xiaole interrupted Dou Chengqin's words rudely, "I'll send you to the hospital tomorrow," he finished speaking, and took out his bags, and there were more than a thousand yuan left, and he took out all of them. "I'll be hospitalized tomorrow, money, I'll continue to think of a solution,"

Ma Xiaole left.

There is no place to live, Ma Xiaole is penniless. Ma Xiaole thought about it. He still has about 30,000 yuan in savings, and it is probably not enough to take it out. I usually heard that leukemia requires bone marrow transplantation, which can often cost 200,000 to 300,000 yuan. Ma Xiaole doesn’t know how Wei Xiaomeng’s leukemia is, whether it can be cured, and how much it costs.

Ma Xiaole didn't walk far away, so he drove the car to the side of the road and stopped in the car for a night.

As soon as the sky was dawn, Ma Xiaole woke up, looked at the small box next to the seat, and the change he had found was more than twenty years old when he paid the toll, so he found a breakfast shop, drank a bowl of porridge, and ate a few buns. Then he came to Wei Dongguang's house again, picked Wei Xiaomeng away, and sent him to the hospital.

This time, Ma Xiaole entangled the doctor and asked clearly.

Wei Xiaomeng has hope.

The doctor told him that acute promyelocytic leukemia can be basically cured. As long as the condition is controlled in advance and combined with pharmacotherapy is used, the remission rate can reach 90%.

"What after that, will the patient relapse like a normal person? "Ma Xiaole asked anxiously.

"Nothing different from normal people," the doctor said. "It doesn't matter if it relapses. You can continue to chemotherapy to relieve it."

However, the cost is not low. The doctor said that it is estimated that it will cost about 100,000 yuan to be discharged from the hospital with more confidence.

One hundred thousand, not much.

Ma Xiaole hurriedly called Tan Xiaojuan and asked when the remaining project payment would be paid. Tan Xiaojuan was on a business trip and said how many days he would come back. She told Ma Xiaole that the bureau had a big project recently, and it would be necessary to wait for the payment. Tan Xiaojuan asked Ma Xiaole if she needed money. She had it there and could help her. Ma Xiaole thought about it and said that she needed money in urgent need, but he thought about other solutions. If it really didn't work, he would look for her.

Ma Xiaole also thought of someone, Fan Zaoni, to find her, and through her, she could mobilize social forces to help. Ma Xiaole believes that there are still many good people in society.

"Zao Ni, you have saved your life," Ma Xiaole said the first thing he said when he saw Fan Zao Ni, which scared Fan Zao Ni, "Xiao Le, what's wrong with you, what's going on?"

Ma Xiaole told the story, Fan Zaoni breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought what's wrong with you?"

"You have to care about it if it's not me, what a poor child," said Ma Xiaole. "You write a report and call on everyone to give you some love and save Wei Xiaomeng,"

"Xiaole, I can write the report, but I can't guarantee it will be effective," said Fan Zaoni. "In recent years, similar reports have been frequently published in newspapers, calling on everyone to show their love. At first, it's okay. Every time there is a report, it can be at least tens of thousands, but now it's not. People are a little numb, and most of them just give them sympathy."

"There is always hope for a try," Ma Xiaole grabbed Fan Zao Ni's hand, "Zao Ni, I beg you,"

Ma Xiaole rarely says such words, Fan Zaoni was very surprised. She knew that Ma Xiaole was serious. "Xiaole, then take me to see the child. I will try to write more touchingly, and that chance may be greater."

Fan Zaoni, Wei Dongguang and Dou Chengqin chatted for more than two hours. Finally, Fan Zaoni took out her wallet, took out six hundred yuan, and stuffed it into Dou Chengqin's hand. She left and did not say hello to Ma Xiaole.

The next day, the headline of Tonggang Daily's People's Livelihood Page published a report by Wei Xiaomeng: The fate is tragic. Wei Xiaomeng, who is in her prime, suddenly fell seriously ill, but her poor family makes it almost impossible for her to be hospitalized. Wei Xiaomeng understands all this, and she said to her parents in tears, "Go home, no treatment, but she has a wish, thinking of school once, let me take a look at the teacher and classmates again."

The report "Let me see the teacher and classmates again" is delicate and true, with rich emotions. In one morning, it touched countless people in Tonggang City.

Fan Zaoni found Ma Xiaole at around nine o'clock and said that the report would continue and create a certain momentum.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do," said Ma Xiaole. "As long as you don't kill me, everything will be done."

"Go to Wei Xiaomeng's ward to guard, remember all the people who came to donate, and tell me before getting off work in the afternoon."

"Okay," Ma Xiaole turned his head and left, "Please ensure that the task is completed,"

At noon, when get off work was about to get off work, two women came, one was a flower shop owner and the other was a shopping mall salesperson. They were all members of the Tonggang Caring Volunteer Association. After seeing the newspaper, they came together. Each of them gave 200 yuan and comforted Wei Xiaomeng. Believe everyone and society. The flower shop owner also brought a book, which was written by Chen Xia, a girl called "Qizhaozi" in China and conquered leukemia, and encouraged Wei Xiaomeng to have the confidence to overcome the disease.

There are really many people coming, and Ma Xiaole didn't expect there will be so many.

In the afternoon, the captain of the Tonggang Traffic Police Accident Brigade came, and came with the 1,000 yuan donated by the team. He also bought a lot of fruits. Several citizens also asked about their names, but they didn't say anything. Looking at Wei Xiaomeng, they all left 200 yuan and left silently.

People in the same ward learned about Wei Xiaomeng's situation and generously donated money.

Ma Xiaole felt warm and inspired, "Xiaomeng, have you seen it? Everyone is so loving, you will definitely get better."

Wei Xiaomeng smiled, stretched out her slender little hand and gently grabbed Ma Xiaole's hand, "Uncle Ma, I'm really happy,"

Ma Xiaole felt warm in her heart, and ran to Fan Zaoni and told the details. Fan Zaoni said it was OK, but she didn't expect the effect to be so fast and so good.

Soon, Fan Zaoni wrote the follow-up report: After our newspaper published the report "Let me see the teacher and classmates again" yesterday, it aroused strong response among readers. Many enthusiastic units and readers raised a helping hand to Xiaomeng, and love lifted the boat of life.

In the report "Love holds up the boat of life", Fan Zaoni continued her previous article with true feelings and touching style, adding some hope and upward style, and attached a donation hotline.

This report expanded the impact.

Fan Zaoni was busy picking up the electricity all day long.

More than 20,000 yuan, more than 20,000 yuan donations.

The flower shop owner who came on the first day came again and said that her store wanted to sell Wei Xiaomeng a one-day flower charity sale, and all the profits they earned were donated.

Ma Xiaole told Fan Zaoni about this. Fan Zaoni said it was a good thing, so she contacted the Municipal Red Cross Society, Municipal Federation of Industry and Commerce, and the Civilization Office of the District, and planned and organized the site as soon as possible.

The flower shop owner also contacted the customer and brought in a large number of flowers.

On the day of the charity sale, Ma Xiaole also went on duty to volunteer.

"Brother, sister, buy a bouquet of flowers," Ma Xiaole hugged a hug of roses and shouted in the crowd, "You buy a bouquet of flowers to give a child hope of having a child."

"I'll have two," Yiwei laughed at the old man, gave twenty yuan, and then took two roses to his wife beside him.

"Uncle, you are such a good person," Ma Xiaole laughed, "I wish you two good health and a happy life,"

"That's so good, are you a liar?" A voice suddenly floated into Ma Xiaole's ears, and he saw his old enemy.

Tang Jinghong's daughter, the girl who treats him as a pervert in the bus.

Ma Xiaole's face suddenly sank, not only disappointing her, Ma Xiaole was very angry. He wanted to say "I can't die if I say a few words." But looking at Tang Jinghong next to him, he smiled at Ma Xiaole and handed over a hundred-dollar bill, "I'll buy one,"

After rushing for this hundred yuan, Ma Xiaole remained silent. It was worth spending one hundred yuan a day.
Chapter completed!