After staying up all night, Fu Dingji received a call from across the ocean. The other person spoke a bunch of English, but Fu Dingji's head was buzzing and he couldn't understand a word. When the other party stopped to confirm that someone was still answering, Fu Dingji said: "Pardon?"
The other end: "Oh, it doesn't seem to understand English. It doesn't matter. I'm not bad at Chinese. That's it, sir. We are the First People's Hospital of New York City. Mr. Tong Wu has issued a critical illness notice. The emergency contact is you. I'll call you to inform you."
Fu Dingji was no longer sleepy, his head was no longer buzzing, and he cursed: "You liars are really immoral. You just swindle. Is there any fun in consuming dead people?"
After saying that, Fu Dingji hung up the phone.
Then Fu Dingji belatedly discovered something: the other party was talking about Mister Tongwu instead of Mist Tongwu, but wasn't his first love who had been dead for many years a woman?
Intent: To think critically and see the essence through phenomena