On May 31, 2002, a storm hit the entire Jiangnan Province.

At this moment, a bus was driving carefully on the Jinshen Expressway.

The harsh storm weather reduced the driver's range to a minimum, and he did not dare to speed at a speed of 100 yards as usual.

A young man wearing a white T-shirt and ripped jeans was sitting in a pale face in the seat at the end of the bus.

"Am I reborn? Or am I dreaming?"

The young man sighed, and at the moment when the heavy rain fell, he woke up from his sleep and was in shock.

"It seems that I am really reborn. I didn't expect that God would actually reborn me." Looking at the brand new Motorola flip phone in my hand, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Ying Hao's mouth.

The young man's name is Ying Hao, and he just slept on the bus.

But after waking up, the person is still the same person, but his soul has become Ying Hao from twenty years later.

Before rebirth, Ying Hao was staying up late to work overtime. Suddenly, he saw darkness in front of him and fainted. Unexpectedly, after waking up, he found himself sitting in this bus.

Looking at the dim sky outside the car window, the falling rain, and the cell phone in his hand, Ying Hao was sure that he had been reborn.

"It rained all night, my love..." Ying Hao was still immersed in the incredible shock of rebirth, and the Motorola phone in his hand suddenly rang.

Ying Hao pushed the cover away from his phone, and when he saw the notes displayed on the caller ID, a hint of nostalgia suddenly appeared on his pale face.

"Xiao Hao, where have you been?" Ying Hao just pressed the answer button and put his phone in his ear. An anxious voice from a middle-aged man came from the phone microphone.

Ying Hao, who was pale, took a deep breath and replied softly: "Dad, I'm on the way, I should be able to arrive in Shencheng tonight."

"Okay, okay, okay. Then you should be careful, we are..." After the middle-aged man on the other end of the phone said the address, he hung up the phone.

After the phone was hung up, Ying Hao muttered the extremely familiar address in his memory, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

The Ying family is an ordinary family of three. Although they are not very rich, they are not poor either.

The whole family is happy, and Ying Hao has excellent grades in school. He graduated from a key higher education institution like Jinling University in Jiangnan Province that is enough to rank among the top ten in China. After graduation, his work is also good, and his annual salary is 100,000 yuan.

In 2002, an annual salary of 100,000 yuan was already a high-income group.

It can be said that if nothing unexpected happens, Ying Hao can live a good life.

Unfortunately, an accident still happened.

In Ying Hao's memory, his mother passed away this year.

This bus is the bus from Jinling to Shencheng. He rushed to the place where his mother was hospitalized.

Ying Hao's mother suffered from uremia and needed kidney transplantation to treat it.

However, the early treatment has almost used all the Ying family’s savings, and the cost required for kidney transplantation is not something they can afford.

Ying Hao didn't know about this at first, and it was not until the hospital issued a notice of critical illness that Ying Hao called to tell him about it. This is also the reason why Ying Hao is rushing to Shencheng now.

When Ying's mother learned the diagnosis, she wanted to give up treatment.

My family knows their own affairs. When I learn from the doctor about the cost of treatment before and after, Ying's mother knew that their family could not afford such expensive medical expenses.

If Ying's father had not insisted, Ying's mother might have passed away now.

However, both the couple knew that this matter must be hidden from Ying Hao.

If the hospital had not issued a critical illness notice, Ying Hao, who is now on the bus, might have been kept in the dark.

Thinking of his previous life, he ran to the Shencheng Hospital with the 10,000 yuan he had saved in his arms. When he learned of the huge medical expenses needed for kidney transplantation, Ying Hao, who was sitting in his seat, grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to support his parents but his parents are not waiting. This is the most painful thing in the world.

Ying Hao had just graduated less than a year and his annual salary reached 100,000. Just when he was thinking of letting his parents live a good life, God seemed to have made Ying Hao a joke, causing Ying's mother to suffer from uremia, which is not a terminal illness but is equivalent to a terminal illness.

Soon, Ying Hao's expression relaxed.

In his previous life, he could only watch his mother lying on the cold hospital bed, and was helpless in the face of huge medical expenses. But now, with the memory of twenty years later, he believes that he can save his mother.

Even if the extra twenty years of memory are just some simple memories, Ying Hao is confident that he can earn his mother's medical expenses as quickly as possible, and will not let his mother pass away so early.

Ying Hao once fantasized about how he would make up for his regrets if he could go back to the past one day.

For example, make enough money so that your mother’s will not die because she has no money to cure her illness;

For example, if you can confess your childhood sweetheart playmate Wu Wanqing, you will no longer bury your love deeply in your heart;

For example, making yourself a man like the richest man, success is no longer a luxury.

When imagination became reality, Ying Hao's heart did not have much ups and downs except for the excitement at the beginning.

After looking at the time on the phone screen and feeling the speed of the bus, Ying Hao let out a long sigh.

It is 10:30 in the morning. At the normal driving speed, the bus can reach Shencheng from Jinling in three hours.

Now due to the storm, the bus is driving very slowly.

Ying Hao was not too worried. In his memory, the rain came quickly and went quickly, so it should not have much impact on his itinerary.

As Ying Hao thought, twenty minutes later, the dark clouds dissipated.

The sun shines through the dark clouds and shines on the earth.

"As long as you can arrive in Shencheng on time, your mother's medical expenses should be fine." Ying Hao thought to himself after stuffing the Motorola phone that was valuable in this era into his pocket.

As the storm left, the bus speed gradually increased.

Ying Hao looked at the passing scenery outside the car window and thought about his future in his heart.

Since he is really reborn, Ying Hao will naturally no longer be satisfied with working for others.

Although before rebirth, Ying Hao could also be said to be a winner in life, with an annual salary of hundreds of thousands, but compared to starting a business and becoming a boss, the gap between them is much bigger.

Since God has given him such an unimaginable opportunity, if he doesn't do something extraordinary, Ying Hao feels that God will be angry to death by him.

...

The distance between Jinling and Shencheng is not far. Before the storm comes, the journey has already taken two-thirds.

The remaining third arrived in Shencheng almost an hour after the storm left.

Ying Hao, who had left the bus station, stopped a taxi and told the driver the hospital address, and soon arrived at the hospital.

"If you don't pay the money until noon tomorrow, then leave quickly! The hospital bed is so nervous, what do you always have to do with it?" Ying Hao just walked outside the ward where Ying's mother was, and heard harsh words coming from the ward.

"Doctor, I'm still raising money. You'll be given another two days of grace, okay?" Ying's father's frustrated and desperate voice in the ward reached Ying Hao's ears.

At this time, the harsh voice sounded again: "Is it still a grace? Our hospital is not a charity. You have been off the medicine for two days! You don't have money to do the surgery, so you have always occupied the bed! There are so many people waiting for the bed outside, and you don't have any treatment. Do you still have to die here?"

With a bang, the door of the ward was suddenly knocked down!

"We will do the surgery, and I will make up the medical expenses tomorrow noon! Now, please go out!" Ying Hao, who was standing outside the ward, suddenly pushed open the door of the ward in anger, and shouted unceremoniously at a young doctor in a white coat and glasses standing in the ward.

Due to time reasons in his previous life, Ying Hao did not encounter this scene when he arrived at the hospital.

Now that he heard such vicious words from this doctor, Ying Hao's mentality, who was already forty-two years old, could not suppress the anger in his heart.

The young doctor frowned and glanced at Ying Hao, who was standing at the door with anger on his face, raised his lips slightly, and asked with some disdain: "Who are you?"

"I am her son." Ying Hao replied with a cold face.

When the young doctor heard Ying Hao’s report to his house, his originally surprised expression suddenly turned into disgust: “I am a doctor in the hospital, did you actually let me go out?”
Chapter completed!