Twenty-seven years ago on one autumn night.
In the backyard of a simple house, Hao Gang prepared a table of dishes to dine and drink with his comrades Han Wenjun and Gao Yang. Hao Gang’s son, Hao Jiajun, was one-month-old. This meal was to celebrate the first month of his son’s life. Although it was a happy occasion, the ambience at the dinner table was really depressing. Hao Gang’s wife, Ah Jun, had recently been diagnosed with aplastic anaemia, a form of leukaemia. It was a death sentence.
"Brother Gang," Gao Yang could tell Hao Gang miserable and suggested, "why don’t we get some money and bring Ah Jun to the hospital in the city? Who knows, there might be a cure?"
"Sigh!" Hao Gang drank the wine and grieved. "That’s useless! None of the big hospitals could help! I’ve asked. The only way to save her is to send her overseas for surgery! But...money!"