Chapter 610: Chapter 602: He is Going to the Large Hospital Chapter 610: Chapter 602: He is Going to the Large Hospital “What are we to do now?”
Old Lady Song slapped the heated brick bed frustratedly, but no matter how much she cried, there was no solution.
Moving to a big hospital required money, which they didn’t have.
The family currently only has around a thousand yuan, nowhere near enough for hospital costs.
Without money, they couldn’t afford treatnt for Old Mr Song.
“You’ll have to decide soon.”
The village doctor packed up his stuff.
He had done what he could; the rest was beyond his capacity.
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Staying there now would be pointless.
The villagers comforted Old Lady Song with a few words and then left one by one.
Only she remained alone, weeping for her sick husband.
Song Dashahu, a feeble-minded man, didn’t understand what was going on, unaware that it was his kick that had broken his father’s leg.
anwhile, Tang Yuxin was still in the kitchen, carrying water and cooking as usual.
Her eyes slightly lowered as she stoked the stove.
The firelight illuminated her face, making it look paler and gloomier.
“Eat, eat, that’s all you know.”
Old Lady Song slapped Tang Yuxin across her face.
Tang tightened her lips and didn’t move or dodge.
She stayed still, resigned to take the beating.
After the harsh scolding and beating, Old Lady Song finally vented her anger and left Tang alone.
“Don’t just stand there.
Want us to starve, do you?”
Tang Yuxin stood up.
Her lips were broken, her eyes swollen, her body covered with wounds.
Pain throbbed everywhere.
She winced as she moved her lips, causing the wounds on her face to sting.
While lifting the pot lid when no one was watching, a teardrop fell, landing straight into the big iron pan.
Everyone has children and parents.
If her father was still here, he wouldn’t let her be bullied like this.
She wanted to go ho.
She really wanted to go ho.
She vigorously held back her tears, wiped them roughly with her sleeve, and continued to fetch water for the pot, preparing als for the Song family.
Old Mr Song woke up in the middle of the night.
As soon as he woke, the pain in his leg was unbearable.
He cursed and grumbled.
The more it hurt, the more he cursed.
“Dare you swear at ?”
Old Lady Song retorted fiercely, hands on her hips.
“Who asked you to drink so much?
Now you’ve broken your leg.”
Old Mr Song clenched his teeth, drenched in sweat.
The pain made his muscles spasm, excreting feces and urine involuntarily.
He slled awful, evoking feelings of nausea.
“Change my pants,” he bellowed at Old Lady Song.
Old Lady Song was startled, lifting her foot to kick the brick bed, “Do it yourself!”
As if Old Mr Song could change himself.
He was in such pain he couldn’t even move.
His leg was fixed with planks.
Even getting up was hard.
He could only bear it, feeling both resentnts and humiliation.
This was the first ti in his life he had ever suffered such hardship.
To this day, he couldn’t figure out exactly what had happened.
He rembered taking so dication and drinking so alcohol, then…
Afterward…
what happened?
He forgot.
Or had he misrembered?
Perhaps he’d gotten so drunk that he’d stumbled to the toilet and fell…
The injury on his leg throbbed with pain—it didn’t stop even when he lay still.
Every breath he took, even the tiniest movent made the pain excruciating.
All he could feel was pain.
Agonizing pain.
It was so intense that he didn’t even have the strength to scream.
His mind was consud by the pain.
The village doctor had prescribed painkillers, but they were only temporary relief.
“I want to go to a big hospital.”
Old Mr Song feared death.
He wanted to get treated at a large hospital.
If things continued as they were now, even if he survived, he’d end up crippled.
Not only that, who knew if he would ever get better?
He might not even beco a cripple before he dies.
“I want to go to a big hospital,” he shouted, insisting on going to the hospital.
“No money, where do you think you’re going?”
Old Lady Song stood at the door with a bowl in her hand.
The family was in a bad mood these days.
Only Song DaShahu, being his usual self, followed Youtao around like a puppy, being extrely helpful– weeding for Youtao, cleaning the house.
His dedication made him more diligent than any servant.
While the weeds in their own fields grew taller than the crops, he hadn’t done a thing about them.
Now, the only one working in the family was Tang Yuxin.
She did the farmwork, cooking, and attended to the brunt Old Lady Song’s abuse.
And every ti Old Lady Song took her anger out on Old Mr Song, she would then take it out on Tang Yuxin to balance her emotions.
After all, she was soone she had bought for five hundred yuan.
She could hit, curse, or even kill her at will.
“I want to go to the hospital.
Didn’t you hear , you old hag?”
Old Mr Song glared at her, banging the brick bed with both hands.
If it was before, he’d have thrown a punch.
But now, he couldn’t even move.
His threat was powerless.
“Go to what big hospital?” Old Lady Song smashed the bowl onto the table, “Do you think we still have money?
Just a little bit of money we’ve got, not even enough to cover a day’s hospital bill.”
“The doctor said, with your injury, if you were to go to a big hospital, that would cost tens of thousands.
Don’t even think about tens of thousands, what’s left in our ho?
Do you even have a clue about that?”
“You value that little over thousand yuan more than your own parents.”
Old Mr Song ground his teeth so hard that people far away could hear it.
He also growled, almost boiling with anger.
Going on like this, even if he didn’t die from the injury, he would die from Old Lady Song’s provocation.
Old Lady Song valued money more than her own life, there was no way she would spend it on Old Mr Song’s dical treatnt.
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