Quick Wear: If I Had Regret Medicine

"Second brother, you should plant the radishes and buckwheat tomorrow. We have been making enough noise these past few days. If you don't plant them now, it will be too late."

Old Mrs. Wen was tidying up clothes for a boy while talking to Wen Mingshu, and her face was full of impatience.

Wen Mingshu paused for a moment while weaving the basket, said nothing, and then continued weaving the basket.

"If you ask me, it's really useless for girls to study a lot. They will get married in the future, and the busy farming season will start soon. It's just right that the eldest girl doesn't have to go to school and can help you with the work. She is 3 years old now and can do some work."

Old Mrs. Wen looked at the second child who couldn't even fart with a stick, and she felt so angry that she couldn't say anything. They were obviously her children, but why was the eldest child so much sweeter and the second child became more and more silent.

"Mom, let's split up." Wen Mingshu stopped what he was doing, put all the bamboo strips aside, and said the first words he had spoken in the past few days.

"Second brother, are you sure? You want to divide the family?" Wen Mingting put down the book in his hand and stood up suddenly. Compared with Wen Mingshu, he was completely two extremes.

Wen Mingting was clean and tidy. Although he was the eldest son of the Wen family, he looked younger than the second son of the Wen family.

Wen Mingshu went to the bamboo forest early this morning to cut bamboo to weave bamboo baskets, so he is now dirty and has a lot of bamboo shavings on him.

He has to weave five or six bamboo baskets today, and he can sell them for twenty or thirty yuan at the market.

His craftsmanship is very good, but most of the time he cannot sell even one when he takes it to the street. He usually carries the fruits to the street in the morning and brings them back in the evening.

Many families who need these baskets weave them by themselves. Almost every family can weave them by themselves, the only difference is whether the craftsmanship is better or worse.

"Yes, I want to divide the family." Wen Mingshu stacked the woven bamboo baskets together and then began to make the straps, which were all made of dry palm hair and sewn on the outside with used urea bags.

"Okay, let's split up. Don't expect your nephew to break the pot on you when the time comes!" Wen Mingting looked at the silent Wen Mingshu without much concern.

Old Mrs. Wen looked at her eldest son and second son. She had also heard what her second son had just said.

There was not much expression on her face. She just felt that her second son was stupid. He had no son, but now he was thinking about dividing the family. When he died, there would be no one to visit his grave.

"Okay, then you and the others will gather together tonight to discuss how to divide the family."

Old Mrs. Wen has been very upset about the troubles at home recently, especially her second son who has always been obedient. For some reason, he has talked back to her several times during this period.

Moreover, he and the old man are still able to move around, and after the separation, he can still work and help his eldest son.

Old Mrs. Wen only gave birth to two sons in her lifetime. There were very few children in Old Mr. Wen's generation. Other families all had several children, so their family looked a little thin.

Especially after the two sons got married, they both had only one child. The eldest son's family at least had a son, but the second son's family only had a girl.

Old Mrs. Wen was not satisfied with either of her two daughters-in-law, but there was nothing she could do because her sons had chosen them themselves, so there was nothing she could do even if she disagreed.

Both sons were equally stubborn about this matter and there was nothing she could do. However, over the years, she could only vent her anger on her two daughters-in-law.

Xuanhe has been awake in this world for several days. She is now lying in bed. It is August and the weather is really hot. If this body was not injured, she really could not lie in bed.

The owner of this body is Wen Xuanhe, who is ten years old and in the fourth grade this year. He was supposed to be promoted to the fifth grade this semester, but he was pushed down by Wen Wangjiang and fell on his head some time ago.

Wen Xuanhe was born in a small county in the south. She was the only child of her parents. During this period in her previous life, Wen Xuanhe had an argument with Wen Wangjiang, the child of her uncle's family. However, because Wen Wangjiang was a boy, he was not punished.

However, after being pushed down by Wen Wangjiang in the previous life, his brain was damaged and he became mentally retarded. The original owner's parents never recovered from the blow. In their opinion, it was their fault that they failed to protect the child, which led to the child becoming like this.

In the previous life, the original owner died at the age of 11 with a tumor in his brain, but the Wen family refused to give Wen Mingshu money to treat Wen Xuanhe. By the time he borrowed the money, it had been a long time since then, and he died in their arms within a year.

Wen Mingshu and Mu Yun died of depression because of the death of their child. They were less than 35 years old when they died.

In the end, all Old Man and Old Lady Wen could say was that the second son's family were unlucky people.

When Xuanhe came to this world, Wen Wangjiang had already pushed the original owner down and had him lying in the main room for an entire afternoon.

Old Mrs. Wen and Wen Wangjiang at home did nothing, as if this person did not exist, and they did not even notify the original owner's parents.

Wen Mingshu and Mu Yun were working in the fields. When they returned home at night and saw the child lying unconscious in the main room, they felt like the sky was falling.

Go back to a few days ago.

After working in the fields all day, it was the hottest time of the year. Wen Mingshu and Mu Yun went to the fields to dig potatoes. The reason why only two of them went from the whole family was because today was market day.

Compared to them, Wen Mingshu's sister-in-law would set up a stall to sell clothes when the market went to market. Whenever this happened, Wen Mingshu and Mu Yun were the only ones working at home.

Because Wen Mingting also had to help, Old Mrs. Wen and Old Mr. Wen also worked at home, but they were all working nearby and would not go to fields that were far away.

When they left in the morning, they would take all the food for the whole day and would not come back until the evening. In July and August, which was very hot, they did not take her with them. The two of them would always take Wen Xuanhe with them when they went out.

While they were working, they let Wen Xuanhe play nearby, but their land was too far away, and just walking to the land was a torture.

So the two of them left the child at home, and came back at night to look at Wen Xuanhe with his eyes closed.

Mu Yun thought his daughter was asleep, and was about to go over and carry her into the house to sleep.

"Why did this child fall asleep at this time?" But when Mu Yun's hand touched the child, he felt that the child's body temperature was abnormal.

"Qiuqiu! What's wrong with you?" Mu Yun's voice was trembling. She touched the child's head and found blood on his hair. He fell to the ground all of a sudden. Wen Mingshu, who was washing hands outside, saw something was wrong inside and hurried in.

"What's wrong?" Wen Mingshu was very nervous.

"Child, Qiuqiu, Qiuqiu's head is covered in blood, woo woo~ go to the hospital, go to the hospital quickly!"

After Mu Yun finished speaking, he was about to go forward to hug Wen Xuanhe, but perhaps because he was frightened, he didn't have any strength to lift him up and he couldn't do it for a long time.

Wen Mingshu saw that there was only a little blood on Mu Yun's hand, and hurried to look at the child's head, and found a large hard lump on the back of the child's head.

The blood wet my hair over time, and now the blood has dried, but it still feels like blood when you touch it.

At this time, Wen Mingshu ran directly to the side of Old Lady Wen and asked, "Mom, what happened to Qiuqiu? Why is there blood on her head? Give me some money and I will take the child to the hospital!"

Now is not the time to ask other questions, the most important thing is money.

"Money, money, money! Where does the money come from? There is no money!" Old Mrs. Wen just walked away, not daring to look at her anxious son.

Wen Mingshu looked steadily at Old Lady Wen, and at Wen Wangjiang who had looked at him several times in the yard. Without saying anything, he ran out to look for someone.

He wants to borrow money now, because Wen Mingshu knows that Old Lady Wen will not give him money. At this time, he just wants to borrow the money and then take the child to the hospital.

Wen Mingshu first ran to the village chief's house, which was only a few hundred meters away from their home. He told the village chief what had happened. The village chief lent them the money and asked his eldest son to drive the tricycle to take the child to the hospital.

There is no village hospital in their village, but fortunately the tricycle is very fast and it only takes half an hour at most to get to the hospital.

By the time they drove the tricycle to the door of the house, Mu Yun had already carried the child to the door, and with the help of several people, he quickly got on the tricycle.

The car to the third village was very bumpy. Fortunately, the village chief's wife had just put a quilt under the bed, otherwise they would not dare to touch Wen Xuanhe at all. Because of the wound on her head, Mu Yun could only hold her.

Wen Mingshu steadied Mu Yun's body and tried his best to prevent him from hitting the car.

In their county town, all the roads are dirt roads, and many places are bumpy. People sitting on them have to hold on to the edge of the car to avoid falling.

"The child was sent here too late. Even if he gets better, it will probably affect his daily life. It would have been better if he had come earlier."

"The human brain is a very complicated thing. There is a mass in the child's brain. It is possible that the child will never wake up. It is possible that even if he wakes up, he will become stupid..."

The doctor looked at the two people in front of him, his face full of disappointment. The child had a huge wound on his head, as wide as an index finger, and he didn't know how much blood he had lost. (I've seen it, it's a real incident, he didn't die, he survived.)

But the child's parents only brought him to the hospital now.

Wen Mingshu and Mu Yun's faces immediately turned pale. How could they leave the child alone at home!

If they had taken the child to the fields, nothing would have happened to the child. Now that the child has become like this, they feel extremely regretful.

Neither of them is a talkative person. They went to the ward to see the child, but now they couldn't go in and could only watch from the window.

Fortunately, they had just borrowed a lot of money from the village chief's family, and the two of them worked all day. The village chief's son even bought them food, but the two of them had no way of eating it.

The two of them had been guarding outside the ward, waiting for the child to pass the critical period.

Wen family.

When Mr. Wen and Wen Mingting returned home, they did not see the second brother's family, so they casually asked, "Where is the second brother's family?"

The old lady curled her lips and said unhappily, "That girl fell down while playing with Wang Jiang at noon today. It's not a big deal. She went to the hospital."

Old Mrs. Wen was talking while making dinner, and she didn't think that Wen Xuanhe's fainting was a big deal at all.

"Is it serious?" Old Master Wen took a puff of his cigarette, and the room was filled with smoke.

"What's so serious? As soon as I got home, I asked me for money to go to the hospital. It's not a big deal. Why do I have to go to the hospital? Isn't it normal for children to fall and hit each other? Why do I have to go to the hospital? Why do I have to waste money?"

Old Mrs. Wen didn't care at all. Wen Mingting and Bai Yan were right beside her, just listening without saying anything. They didn't know what was going on. The old lady said it wasn't serious, so there was nothing wrong.

Seeing my son sitting obediently in the chair, I was a little surprised.

"Where did Wangjiang go today? I brought some delicious food back especially for you."

Bai Yan looked at her well-behaved son, touched his head, and was very surprised. In the past, as soon as she entered the village, the child would have pounced on her looking for delicious food.

The old man noticed his grandson's abnormality as soon as he came back, but he didn't say anything. He just smoked in silence.

The second brother's family did not come back until the next morning, because if they came back at night they would definitely go to get food, but they did not leave any food for them the night before.

"Boss, why don't you go to the hospital today to see what's going on? Why haven't you come back yet after a whole night?"

After saying this, Mr. Wen picked up his hoe and left. There was still unfinished work nearby, and the other people were not good at the work. How long would it take for him to finish the work by himself?

After finishing his meal, Wen Mingting slowly walked towards the hospital. However, today was not a market day, so there were no cars on the street and the bus had already left.

I can only go to the hospital by relying on my legs.

When I woke up in the morning, Wen Xuanhe was already awake, but his face was very pale.

When the doctor examined the child, he saw that the child had woken up with a dull look in his eyes. He was just staring at one place, and after waking up for a while, he fell asleep again.

"I just checked. It's good that the child woke up, but we need to continue observing the rest." The doctor said and left.

After the doctor left, Mu Yun's eyes were so red and swollen that he could no longer shed tears.

"My poor Qiuqiu, I had a terrible dream last night. I dreamed that Qiuqiu woke up and became a fool. After we took him home, Qiuqiu's health became very poor, and then less than a year later..."

When Mu Yun thought of the scene in his dream, he suddenly felt like he was going to suffocate. He didn't dare to think about it anymore. He ran to the door of the child's ward and stood guard, his shoulders shaking all the time.

Wen Mingshu, who was also haggard, looked at her in shock after hearing Mu Yun's words, "You and I had the same dream!"

"The child's period was..."

"September 8!"

The two people looked at each other in disbelief. Mu Yun's tears were like a flood that could not be stopped.

"How could this happen? I don't believe it, this is just a dream!"

Wen Mingshu planned to take the child to a big hospital, but he had no money at all. He regretted it so much at this moment, regretting that he had been so useless all these years. Now that the child was in trouble, he couldn't even get the money to treat her.