Taking the bus, I overheard two people in the back chatting. One of them was talking about how his cousin recently died.

At a construction site, four workers were drinking in a rented room, one of them being his cousin. While drinking, he suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed. It was later discovered that he had suffered a sudden heart attack, possibly due to being overworked from consecutive overtime.

The other three workers panicked and tried various "rescue" methods, pouring cold water, slapping the face, and spinning in place, but they didn't quickly call 120. Perhaps because they were temporary workers, they were afraid of causing trouble.

After spinning around and various antics for more than an hour, I finally remembered to call his cousin's real brother. That brother was in the neighboring city at the time and hurried over as soon as he heard the news, taking over an hour on the road.

The older brother rushed over and quickly took the person to the hospital. Instead of a big hospital, they went to a nearby private clinic. The clinic was hesitant to accept them and referred them to the county hospital. Upon arrival at the hospital, they required a deposit of five thousand yuan for admission. This older brother, surprisingly, couldn't come up with five thousand yuan.
Hurry up and call the foreman to ask for your salary. In a panic, I ran to the ATM and withdrew five thousand yuan in cash, which was enough to pay for my hospital stay. Another hour has passed.

It took four to five hours from the onset of the illness to hospitalization. More treatment? What’s the point? Sudden myocardial infarction, a large area of the myocardium has already died.

The person just died.

My cousin sighed while speaking: My cousin is just a waste of time...

I feel like tying up those three silly coworkers and that brother and whipping them with a leather whip.