Siheyuan: Sizhu starts blindly and takes a new path

"I have to go to the hospital again. How much will it cost?"

As soon as Jia Zhang said this, the face of the eldest uncle Yi Zhonghai instantly turned red. This well-known good man had veins popping out on his forehead and his eyes were staring as if they were about to spit fire.

"Money, money, money! You only care about money!" The old man suddenly shouted, and his voice shook the dust on the beams to fall down, "People are about to die, and you are still calculating for a few melons and dates!"

Jia Zhang was so angry that she trembled and dropped the blue cloth bag in her hand to the ground, with several crumpled bills scattered out. She had lived for most of her life and had never seen Yi Zhonghai get so angry.

"I...I'm not..." Jia Zhang stammered and tried to defend herself.

"It's not what it is!" The uncle kicked the bench that was blocking his way away and pointed at Jia Zhang's nose and cursed, "How did your son die? It was because you ate and took more than you wanted. Now you don't want to save Qin Huairu's life for a few dollars?"

"I didn't, you're talking nonsense!"

At this time, Qin Huairu coughed up blood again, and dark red blood foam flowed down the corners of her mouth.

The uncle said nothing more, and left the Jia family, pausing in the middle courtyard of the quadrangle. The lights in Shazhu's house were on, and a figure could be vaguely seen swaying in front of the window. He clenched his fists, but didn't go there after all - Qin Huairu had fooled Shazhu around in order to count the food coupons, so it was inappropriate to ask for help now.

Turning around and running straight to the front yard, the first uncle slammed the door of the third uncle's house loudly: "Old Yan! Open the door quickly!"

The door creaked open, revealing the sleepy face of the third uncle Yan Bugui. His glasses were askew, and he was holding an account book in his hand: "Old Yi? It's so early in the morning..."

"Huai Ru is vomiting blood and unconscious. She needs to be rushed to the hospital!" The old man stamped his feet anxiously, "I'll borrow your bicycle. Your two sons also need help to take Qin Huai Ru to the hospital."

Before the third uncle could react, the curtain in the inner room was lifted, and Yan Jiefang came out rubbing his eyes: "First uncle, so early?"

Yi Zhonghai and Yan Jiefang briefly explained the situation. When Yan Jiefang heard that Qin Huairu was going to be sent to the hospital, he frowned and said, "Dad, I have to go out to meet my friends today..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Yan Bugui glared at his second son, "Human life is at stake!"

The third uncle adjusted his glasses, his small eyes gleaming with shrewdness: "Old Yi, the medical expenses..."

The old man took out money from his pocket and said, "Don't worry! You don't have to pay! Jiefang, go to the next door yard and borrow the Zhang family's cart."

The third uncle nodded imperceptibly and said to Yan Jiefang, "Let's go to the sitting room and ask your eldest brother to come over."

"Oh!" Yan Jiefang suddenly became active and ran out in his slippers.

Yan Jiecheng came to the door of the third uncle's house and said, "Dad, Yuhua can't take care of two children by herself. You and my mom can help take care of them."

Uncle San: "Well...or should I also..."

"Please stay at home and help my mother take care of the children, and don't cause more trouble!" Yan Jiecheng took the old man and went to Jia's house.

Yan Jiefang had already pushed a cart to the front yard. This cart was usually used to pull coal briquettes, so it was a bit dirty, but it was better than carrying a person. Yan Jiecheng had already come out carrying Qin Huairu.

Yan Jiecheng took the person and put him away carefully. The third uncle also came over at some point, holding a thermos in his hand.

"Brown sugar water," the third uncle handed it to her, "give her a couple of sips on the way to keep her breathing."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and when he took the thermos, his voice was a little choked: "Old Yan..."

"Let's go!" The third uncle waved his hand and added, "We'll settle the account later."

Yan Jiecheng had already pulled up the handlebars, and an old man was pushing the cart from behind. The cart creaked out of the courtyard. As the sky gradually brightened, people who had gotten up early began to walk around in the alley, and they all made way when they saw this.

"Make way! Emergency!" Yan Jiecheng shouted in a hoarse voice.

Qin Huairu started coughing again on the cart, blood foam splashing on the straw, shocking. The old man tried to feed her brown sugar water while running, but most of it flowed down her mouth and onto her neck.

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"We're here! The hospital is just ahead!" Yan Jiefang waved vigorously while standing at the hospital entrance.

The old man looked up and saw the gray-white gate pillars of the hospital were particularly dazzling in the sun. There was a man in a white coat standing next to Yan Jiefang, and it seemed that he had called a doctor in advance.

When the cart rushed into the hospital gate, the old man's legs were so weak that they didn't feel like his own. He watched the medical staff hurriedly lift Qin Huairu onto the stretcher, and suddenly he felt dizzy and sat down on the steps.

"Uncle!" Yan Jiecheng hurried over to help.

The old man waved his hand, took out some money from his pocket and stuffed it into Yan Jiecheng's pocket: "Go... go and handle the formalities..."

After a morning of treatment, when Qin Huairu opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a blinding white. The smell of disinfectant entered her nose, vaguely reminding her of Li Huaide's small warehouse - it also had this choking smell.

"Awake?" a hoarse voice came from the side.

She turned her head with difficulty, and saw Yi Zhonghai, an old man, sitting on a small stool beside the bed, his eyes bloodshot. It was dark outside the window, and only the light from the corridor shone through the glass on the door, casting mottled shadows on his face.

"Uncle..." Qin Huairu's throat felt like it had been rubbed by sandpaper, and it was burning with pain.

An old man quickly picked up the enamel pot on the table and said, "Slow down, drink some water first."

The warm water moistened her dry lips, but Qin Huairu suddenly choked and started coughing violently. An old man helped her up and patted her back gently until she coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

"The doctor said you had an attack of anger and long-term malnutrition." The old man sighed, "You need to be hospitalized for a few days for observation."

Qin Huairu's eyes suddenly became clear, and she grabbed the old man's hand: "Bang Geng! Bang Geng he..."

"Take your time, don't rush."

"My son...was nearly beaten to death in the countryside..." Qin Huairu's tears suddenly welled up and flowed down her thin cheeks, "They broke his arm...and his ribs..."

The old man frowned and asked: "When did it happen?"

"The letter I received a few days ago..." Qin Huairu struggled to get up, "I have to... have to find a way..."

"Lie down and don't move!" An old man held her down, "What can you do now?"

Qin Huairu seemed not to hear and kept talking to herself: "I saved money... gold... it was enough... but I lost it... all lost..." Her voice became lower and lower, and finally turned into sobs.

The old man was confused, but he still patted her shoulder gently: "Don't worry, explain it slowly."

Qin Huairu told Banggeng's story in a fragmented manner. When she talked about losing money, she was shaking all over. The old man listened and his face became more and more solemn.

"...Li Huaide said that there is a policy now that allows people to retire due to illness and return to the city..." Qin Huairu suddenly grabbed the sleeve of the uncle, "Uncle, can you..."

"Retire due to illness?" The old man hesitated for a moment, "What are the conditions?"