Liver cancer is advanced, not the average late stage. As the doctor said, the remaining time may be less than three months.

His life began to enter the countdown.

Hearing this, Zhang Kun sighed softly and remembered a word that he didn't remember where he heard it.

"The hemp rope is special for picking up the details and the misfortune is special for picking up the miserable people."

He told me that his biggest regret in his life was that he had never fulfilled his filial piety. When his biological parents were still alive, he was still young, and he couldn't make money and even wasn't sensible.

But when he finally became sensible and could make money and wanted to be filial to his second mother, God made such a big joke for him.

He dared not tell anyone about this news, especially the head teacher's mother. He could not imagine what the head teacher's mother would do after she knew the news.

After living together for ten years, the head teacher's mother has long treated him like a relative.

So he thought about it for a long time and thought for many days, and finally came up with a solution.

It slowly disappeared from the head teacher's mother's sight, disappearing little by little, rather than suddenly disappearing.

So, he had to buy 82 buckets of milk powder and send it to his head teacher's mother in 41 months. At least this would create an illusion that he would still be alive for at least four years.

As for why it is eighty-two barrels, it is very simple. As he said, he left five hundred yuan for the final living expenses, and the remaining money is here.

"After reading the pictures and texts, I was stunned for a long time, and just sat in front of the computer for more than ten minutes. I once thought in my heart that I wanted to fund him for treatment, and I wanted to help him."

"But my reason finally defeated my sentiment."

"Although I run some businesses and have made some money over the years, I have not reached the level of wealth. Moreover, in the late stage of liver cancer, it is no longer a disease that can be cured by spending money, but a terminal illness."

"I sat there for more than ten minutes, and the little brother on the computer did not send any words to urge me."

"When I came to my senses, I silently typed the word "ok" on the keyboard."

"I took the pre-order from my little brother, and then he transferred it directly to me 4,428 yuan, which happened to be the price of 82 barrels of milk powder I marked."

"No contract, no written information, just such a verbal agreement, he transferred almost all his money to me in the end."

"Then he never contacted me again. At that time, half a month and a month, I tried to send messages to his platform account, but I didn't receive any reply."

"I have no news about him since then."

"And from then on, I silently added a four-year reservation."

"I didn't tell my wife and children about this because, it's not a happy story."

"At least, for nearly two or three months after that, I always felt a feeling of depression and discomfort, and it only disappeared after nearly half a year."

"In the days after that, I always remember the first day of every month. The first thing I did was to send two buckets of middle-aged and elderly milk powder to that fixed address, and I never dared to forget it."

"It's been more than a year, and then seven days ago, when I was out delivering a batch of goods, I was in a car accident, and that's what it is now."
Chapter completed!