Lin Mo turned off the computer screen and rubbed his swollen temples. In the office at one o'clock in the morning, he was only accompanied by the hum of the host fan. There was a familiar twitching feeling in his stomach, and he remembered dinner but forgot to eat it.
The phone screen lit up, and it was a message from my sister Lin Xue: "Brother, did you sleep? I feel fine today, but I get tired easily." Followed by a cute cat emoticon.
Lin Mo's heart sank slightly. He quickly replied: "Go to sleep now, don't stay up late. I'll take you for a review on the weekend, and eat the hot pot you talked about by the way." After sending it, he looked at the hospital reminder text message that popped up immediately. The string of numbers was like a cold chain, making him breathless.
Lin Xue's heart disease is congenital, and as she grows older, her condition becomes increasingly grim. The doctor mentioned that there is an imported special medicine and a matching physical therapy program that are very effective, but the cost is high. For him, an ordinary programmer who has just started working, it is undoubtedly an astronomical figure. His parents died young, and the brother and sister depended on each other. He was Lin Xue's only support. He couldn't fail, let alone let his sister lose hope.
