One day later, my elder sister and brother-in-law came. Although I borrowed some more money, I still couldn't make up enough money. My second sister tried every means, but she didn't get much.

Looking at our dying father, an atmosphere of despair lingers in our hearts.

I thought that tomorrow I would go to the prison and ask Instructor Kang and the District Chief to help hold a meeting and ask my colleagues to donate money. Even if I ask me to kneel down to my colleagues one by one, I will have to collect the remaining money! Please forgive my selfishness.

I comforted the family and I will go to find a friend tomorrow and tell them not to hurry.

I still couldn't call Li Yangyang.

After taking care of my father and taking medicine, I exchanged care with my mother and second sister. It was already past three in the morning when I returned to the rental house.

I fell asleep after lying down. At around 7 o'clock in the morning, I lay in the simple rental house before I could get up, and my phone rang.

These days are particularly sensitive to cell phone ringtones, because incoming calls means you may borrow money.

I answered.

"Dad is seriously ill, you still can't get up so late?"

I didn't expect it was her, the woman I forced into.

"I came back to bed after taking care of my father at around 3 o'clock last night. What does it mean that I'm in the mood to sleep so late? Are you calling to make fun of me?"

"I'm not as bored as you."

"Yes, I think I have evil consequences. The retribution has come. You are happy." I was in a very bad mood and I almost started to scold, but I thought again, isn't she the leader of the prison? Maybe I ask her to help me inform me of my colleagues in the prison so that she can help me.

She smiled and said, "I'm not calling you to quarrel with you."

"Can you help me, right? My father is really seriously ill and can you help me?" My tone changed suddenly and became a plea.

"Why should I help you?" She refused directly.

I cleaned up my emotions and softened my tone: "Yes, I'm sorry. Can you help me? Please."

"This is like asking for help."

When I heard her say this, I felt hopeful: "Are you willing to help me?"

"Tell me, how can I help?"

"Help me inform all my colleagues of the prison about my father's serious illness. I hope I can lend me money through the leader. Don't worry, I will pay back the money. Even if I have been in prison for decades without receiving my salary, I will pay off every kind colleague. Is that okay?"

She didn't respond.

"Is that OK?" I asked carefully again.

"No, why should I help someone who has hurt me?" she refused.

I was a little embarrassed and angry: "You called me just to know how miserable I am, right? Well, now you can get a satisfactory answer."

"I'm in the office building of your county hospital 303. Come and find me."

I was stunned and asked, "What are you kidding?"

"You better not come." She hung up the phone.

I would rather believe that it is not trustworthy, so I immediately washed up and rushed to the hospital office building as quickly as possible.

When I arrived at the hospital office building, I ran up and down, but why couldn't I find 303?

Then she asked a doctor in a white coat, and she asked me in surprise: "Are you looking for the dean?"

"It's not about looking for the dean, it's a friend of mine waiting for me at 303." I explained.

"303, 304, 305, these are the dean's office places. Have you found the wrong place?" she asked me again.

"No, no, a friend of mine said she was waiting for me in the office building 303." I said firmly.

But my heart was irritated. This doctor didn't seem to be lying to me. Could it be that woman who lied to me? She was waiting for me in the dean's office? This is unlikely.

The doctor in a white coat saw me so firmly, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pointed, it turned out there, there was a separate place half a floor of stairs, which opened in a remote place, and three separate offices were opened.

No wonder I couldn't find it.

When I arrived at the door of 303, it really said: Dean’s Office.

I still knocked on the office door a few times.

The door opened, and a woman with long hair with a white mask opened the door for me. This tall and graceful woman was exactly her.

Whether it is decoration or decoration, it is clean, serious and rigorous. This is the dean's office. This momentum makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

I looked at her two beautiful big eyes on her mask and stammered and said Hello.

She took off her mask and amazed the entire office, but her face was expressionless.

"Why are you here?" I was really curious.

"I'll see if you're a lie," she said seriously.

Then he poured himself a glass of water for himself, and then sat on the dean's office chair.

I was a little uncomfortable, standing stupidly, not knowing where to put my hands, and I didn't dare to sit down: "I'm not lying."

"I have verified Kang Xue and the hospital, it's really not a lie." She raised her eyebrows and looked at me.

"You check these, why."

"If it's true, then I can only help you." She said in the eyes.

"Help, help me? You hate me so much, why do you want to help me?"

"A poor bird should live in her arms." She sighed after she said.

"Hmm? I don't understand."

"The birds cannot fly and fall into people's arms. They should protect themselves and survive. Read more books and don't be busy picking up girls if you have time." She scolded me.

I asked: "The bird cannot fly and falls into a person's arms, and it should be protected and survive. Does this have anything to do with helping me?"

"The bird is injured and cannot fly and falls into the arms of a person. It should be protected and survive, let alone a seriously ill person?"

I said hesitantly: "I, I still don't understand. I, I am the person you hate, I have lived like that with you."

She slapped the table and said angrily: "Don't mention that to me again!"

"yes."

"You go back."

I grew up and looked up at her: "What? You won't help me?"

"I'll help you if I say help. Are you doubting my credit?" she scolded me.

"No, but you said you helped me and wanted me to go back."

"Yes, you can't get cheaper, and you just want to go back like this. If you write a document, you will write the treatment fee for your father's illness, your name, ID card, home address, ID card number, and signature and press the fingerprint."

I said happily: "You want to lend me money, right?"

"no."

"What is that?"

"The hospital will bear the treatment costs of your father first, and I will deal with it then."

"The hospital bears the responsibility? Why does the hospital bear it?" I was still worried. "You said that. If you leave and the hospital does not bear it, then my dad can't do the surgery, then it's true. Miss, Miss. Can you lend me the money directly?"

"Miss? You call me Miss?"

I was a little nervous: "Beauty, I'm sorry. It's not that I doubt your credit, what if you leave the hospital and don't want to bear it?"

I thought to myself, since she said to help me, I think she really helped me, and with her ability and status, she could help me, but why should the hospital give my dad surgery first and make me owe money from the hospital?

"The dean is my sister."

"Ah really!" I said happily.

"I'm lying to you. In short, you can just let your father have surgery with peace of mind. As for the relationship between me and the dean, don't guess or ask. Throughout history, many people have died in this talkative mouth. What I do in prison, don't ask in the future. I have helped you, and don't mention this matter to anyone. Okay, write me an IOU."

I opened my mouth and agreed, "I write, I write."

Then I thought, was she lying to me to invite you to the trap? What if I wrote an IOU that owed her 600,000 yuan and she wouldn't give it to me once she turned around? She was not a friend of mine, but a woman who gritted her teeth and hated me. If she asked me to write it and didn't give me money, and my father's illness could not be cured, she sued the court and I wouldn't pay her 600,000 yuan, wouldn't I have been in prison for ten or eight years?

"Afraid that I lie to you?" she asked me.

I coughed gently, then touched my nose: "No, how could you lie to me? Of course I didn't think so."

"When you study psychology, you don't even know how to hide these small movements or languages ​​when you are wrong." She said as she looked at my hand touching my nose.

When I lie, I touched my nose and repeated the important sentences. This was obviously a lie. When she saw it, I felt embarrassed to smile.

I pursed my lips and patted my thighs, and just write it. If this is the case, can I have other ways?

She looked at my little movement and asked, "Have you decided?"

She took out a piece of paper from her bag, then gave me a pen, taught me to write, and asked me to write down my own Zhang Fan, who owed Helanting 600,000 yuan in medical expenses on a certain month and a certain day of a certain year. Then she wrote down the detailed ID card name, address, and ID card number, and finally signed it. Then she took out a ink from the dean's office desk and asked me to press the handprint.

Helanting, until now, I learned that her name is Helanting.

She took the IOU off and looked at it, stuffed it into her bag, and said, "My name must be kept confidential. You are not allowed to mention it to anyone, and you should not ask my colleagues in the prison who I am. You are not allowed to talk to a third person about borrowing money. Otherwise, I am very likely to regret it and not help you in the middle of the process. Even if you help you, if you reveal my name to anyone and ask about my identity, I will get you out of the women's prison. With this IOU, if you can't pay it back, I can get you out of the women's prison and go to jail after I get you out of the women's prison."

When she spoke, her calm voice was as majestic as water.
To be continued...