Quickly wear the host and finish one after another

The audience in the live broadcast room immediately went wild.

"Old man, you're already so sick, and you still want to keep me in suspense..."

"Who are you? Can't you just say what you want to say? It's really frustrating."

"Oh, you look down on the miracle doctor with such a look, I won't look at you, give me the spot, you bad old man."

"Don't waste time, old boy. Just speak now."

Xiaoxiao felt a little unhappy listening to these complaints.

She muttered to herself, "If I were also a member of the live broadcast room, I would have started to curse a long time ago. Why is this old man so strange and hesitant?"

At this time, tears welled up in the old man's eyes, and his face was full of sadness and pain.

He said in a trembling voice: "Doctor, I won't hide it from you.

I've had a really hard life. I gave everything I had and spent all my wealth so that my son could go to college.

Not only that, I also borrowed money from everywhere to help him pay the down payment for the house.

But who knew that in the end, it would be a waste of time and effort, and I would end up losing both my money and my life. Tell me, isn’t my life bitter enough?”

When he got to the emotional part, the old man began to choke up again.

"Old man, please focus on your condition."

"Wow, wow, wow... Since my son asked me to see a doctor and asked me to speak, I will speak directly. Do you want to hear my story?"

Ling Xiaoxiao's heart was like a mixture of mixed feelings, indescribable.

When Baijiuyanhuan heard his father talking about things that might embarrass him in the Douyin live broadcast room, his face instantly turned gloomy and dark.

You know, Ling Xiaoxiao is a Douyin internet celebrity with nearly a million fans, and there must be many people among them who are familiar with him.

He has always considered himself a well-known figure, but now his father is talking about him in such a public occasion. How embarrassed does he feel?

If his father really told him everything he had done, wouldn't he be completely disgraced?

However, it was he himself who asked his father to see a doctor and tell him about his condition.

If he stopped his father from continuing, wouldn't that be a slap in his face? This dilemma made him feel very embarrassed and helpless.

The viewers in the live broadcast room also began to get agitated, and they frantically posted messages on the screen.

"At first I thought this old man was a bad guy, but I didn't expect him to be a victim..."

"Oh, I hate to see other people cry. It makes my tears well up in my eyes too."

"This old man has suffered so much injustice that he is crying here. How pitiful!"

"Eat melon, I love listening to stories the most, old man, just tell us, we are all listening."

"Old man, please tell me quickly. Don't keep it in your heart. If you keep it in for a long time, you will get sick..."

Ling Xiaoxiao looked at the old man in front of her who was crying non-stop, and she knew in her heart that he must be suffering from unspeakable pain.

In fact, with her unique ability of X-ray vision, she had already seen everything clearly.

However, some words must be spoken by the person concerned in order to serve as an emotional release and relief.

So she whispered to the old man, "Okay, please feel free to talk, I will listen carefully."

After hearing Ling Xiaoxiao's encouragement, the old man finally felt relieved and expressed his willingness to speak freely.

He knew very well that the person on the other end of the phone was a stranger he had never met before, but he did not realize that there were actually nearly a million people paying attention to him and want to know the cause of his illness.

Human beings have a gossipy mentality and like to explore other people's privacy and secrets.

"Last year, when the Chinese New Year was approaching, I should have been welcoming the new year happily, but I was always thinking about one thing: visiting my son whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

I kept calling him but couldn't get through. Finally, I got his home address through my daughter.

When I thought that something might have happened to my son, I became extremely anxious and could not wait even a moment, so I set out from the countryside alone to the capital to look for him.

You know, the winter in Beijing is unusually cold, but that doesn't matter to me because my mind is full of thoughts about my son at this moment.

I thought something bad must have happened, otherwise he wouldn't have ignored my call. The more I thought about it, the more restless and anxious I became.

As the old man spoke, tears streamed down his face, he sobbed continuously, and wiped his nose with a tissue.

Later, because the weather was too cold and I was hungry and thirsty, I eventually fell ill and fainted on the cold street.

No one among the people passing by offered me a hand, let alone a helping hand.

The world is so fickle...

After a long time, I slowly woke up.

After I recovered a little, I forced myself to get up and continued to look for my son according to the address.

I clearly remember how magnificent my son's home was. I had been there once before...

I stood outside the door and knocked on it so hard that my hands were sore, but no one came to open it.

I shouted at the top of my lungs until my throat was almost smoking, but still no one responded.

I waited and waited in the snow for a long time, and finally my son came to open the door.

However, what disappointed me was that my son did not invite me into the house to sit down. Instead, he stood at the door, spoke a few words to me coldly, and then told me to go back home.

How could I bear to leave my child? So I started to cry, but my son was indifferent.

The expression of Baju Yanhuan, who was standing aside, turned very ugly. He widened his eyes and wanted to stop his father but did not dare to speak easily.

Because he knew clearly that there were thousands of eyes staring at him in the live broadcast room, and if he forcibly interrupted his father's speech, he would be regarded as guilty.

So he could only look around, hesitant to speak, and watch his father chattering there.

He tried to communicate with his father with his eyes, signaling him not to continue talking, but his father had finally found someone to talk to, so how could he easily give up this great opportunity?

His father was like a erupting volcano, venting his inner dissatisfaction endlessly.

After hearing what the old man said, Ling Xiaoxiao and the viewers in the live broadcast room were all heartbroken and felt sorry for the poor old man.

She raised her son with great difficulty for decades, but she didn't expect that she would raise an ungrateful person.

It is no wonder that this old father has pink eye. His son, whom he raised with great difficulty, lives in such a luxurious house.

But he didn't even let his old father in. This is simply not something a human being can do. It would be strange if he didn't have a mental illness.

"Old man, you haven't gotten to the point yet..." Ling Xiaoxiao reminded softly.

"Doctor, I'll tell you right now, I'll tell you right now. Maybe because I was crying outside the door, a woman finally came out.

The woman looked elegant and graceful, wearing a bright red mink coat, a red hat, a red scarf around her neck, and a pair of equally bright red high heels.

She looked very happy, but for some reason, I could sense a chill in her.” The old man said tremblingly.

"The carpet on the floor was as red as blood, the paintings on the walls were as bright as fire, and the decoration of his home was full of warmth and festive atmosphere.

But at this moment, I felt as if I were in an ice cellar, feeling endless cold and chill. This is the son I raised with so much hardship!

He only cared about his wife and ignored me as his father. What was the point of my life? From that day on, all I saw was red.

Can my condition be cured? Is there any need for treatment? I clearly have pink eye. I can't stand it. I'm almost mad at myself, but I'm glad I haven't died yet.

I really couldn't understand why my son asked me to come for treatment. Maybe he felt a little guilty. Or maybe he had a change of heart, but what's the use?

I think I should go see my partner as soon as possible, I feel so sad... wuwuwu..."

The old man let it all out and cried like a child, no longer trying to hide his feelings.

At this moment, the viewers in the live broadcast room were in an uproar and were swiping the screen frantically.

Public opinion finally sided with the old man, and everyone spoke up for him and denounced the unfilial son.

"Fuck, you're drinking and talking happily, are you still a human? You don't deserve to be a human, you're worse than pigs and dogs, aren't pigs and dogs nobler than you..."

"Oh my God! I actually have a son like this. It really makes me angry to death. I feel like my blood vessels are about to explode and my lungs are about to burst."

"Where is Lord Bao Zheng? Hurry up and take Jiu Yanhuan out to give him fifty lashes of the cane."

"No wonder people nowadays don't want to have children. It's nonsense to say that raising children is a way to support you in your old age."

"This is truly the tragedy of humanity. Are you still a human being when you drink and chat happily? You should go to hell. You even made your father sick with anger, and you still dare to say that you are a well-known person?"

The face of the man who was drinking and talking happily became even uglier, and could even be described as ashen.

He never expected that his father would actually turn the tables on him.

He was just trying to help with the medical treatment out of good intentions, but who could have expected that his father would expose all his affairs.

He now has more than 80 fans on the entire Internet, and a spit from each of them is enough to drown him.

"Okay, okay, old man, I understand. So what do you plan to do with your son?" Ling Xiaoxiao threw the question to the old man.