Two generations of military wives compete for time

Ever since Pengfei's father fainted and was hospitalized, his temperament has changed drastically, and he gets angry whenever things don't go his way. The doctor said to Pengfei's father, "Director Zhang, you are not seriously ill. I suggest you go home and recuperate. You don't have to stay in the hospital all day."

Pengfei's father shook his head and said, "Doctor, I feel uncomfortable all over. I need to be treated in the hospital. I can't die. My son died and my grandson is only four months old. I have to live well and raise my grandson. So, I must be treated in the hospital now."

Pengfei's father, Zhang Liguo, was born in Anhui. His parents died when he was young and he grew up eating at other people's homes. He joined the army at the age of 18, made many military achievements, and once participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea.

After leaving the army, he served as deputy director and director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. While in office, he enforced the law impartially and was highly respected. In people's minds, he was a dignified, rigorous and serious good director.

However, this strong soldier who had experienced the baptism of battlefields, in his seventies, after experiencing the pain of losing his son, his temperament changed drastically. He wet his pants on purpose, lost his temper for no reason, knocked over water cups and food, and shouted in dishevel.

One night, while his family was asleep, Pengfei's father Zhang Liguo ran naked onto the street, scaring passers-by and calling the police.

After much effort, the police officers finally found the old chief running wildly in the night, put clothes on him, and sent him home. Is this still our old chief who was so powerful? The police officers were puzzled and felt deeply sorry.

Pengfei's mother cried silently, she knew that Pengfei's father had a mental problem. Ming Yuanhui immediately contacted a psychiatrist to go to the house to diagnose Pengfei's father.

Qian Yizhen discussed with Pengfei's mother: "Aunt, I'll send you a male housekeeper. Otherwise, if you take care of your uncle alone for a long time, your body will not be able to bear it."

"Yizhen, I'll listen to you and hire a housekeeper to help me. My mother's home is far away and there is no one to help me. Your uncle is an orphan and has no relatives. We are old and sick, so we have to rely on you. Thank you so much. My grandson Maomao also depends on your care. Thank you so much." Pengfei's mother said with a sad face.

"Aunt, you are just in your early sixties. You are not old. You can't always be so sad. Think more about good things. If you are in a good mood, your body will not get sick. Uncle's illness is caused by excessive sadness and needs a good mood to treat. Let's work together to help uncle defeat the disease." Ming Yuanhui said.

"Aunt, the elderly care home I renovated in Lu Mansion will be open soon. Please consider changing the environment and living there for a while. It may be beneficial to your uncle's recovery." Qian Yizheng said.

After Ming Yuanhui and Qian Yizheng finished taking care of Pengfei's father Zhang Liguo, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening when they returned to the Chen Mansion. Grandpa Lu Kaipu invited them to the restaurant for a midnight snack. The housekeeper Qin Yue'e brought the hot meals and dishes to the table, and the two of them wolfed down the food.

"Grandpa, are the children okay? How is Yiyun?" Qian Yizheng asked.

"The children are all fine. Yiyun has been working overtime recently and just finished his midnight snack and went back to his bedroom to rest." said grandma Chen Yalu.

"Yizhen, Zhang Chuanren called this afternoon and said that your father went to Dream Come True Textile Co., Ltd. to find you. He said that Qian Zuhua was sick and had leg pain and fever. He just refused to go to the hospital," said Grandpa Lu Kaipu.

"Grandpa, I got it. I'll go over and take a look tomorrow. You guys go back to your room and have some rest," Qian Yizheng said.

The next morning, Qian Yizhen hurriedly ate breakfast. Driver Xiao Sun drove to Chen's house to pick up Qian Yizhen. They drove for three and a half hours and arrived at Qian Zuhui's home in Lijia Village.

When he opened the gate, he saw Qian's father drying firewood in the yard. Guoguo, the police dog, ran over to greet Qian Yizhen, wagging his tail. Qian Zuhui sat on a stone bench, leaning against a stone table, lazily basking in the sun.

In the sunlight, Qian Zuhui's messy hair was mixed with many white hairs, and his unshaven face was full of haggardness. A forty-year-old man had lived like this.

Qian Yizhen calmed down, walked forward, and touched Qian Zuhui's forehead, which was a little hot: "Qian Zuhui, you are stupid, why don't you go to the hospital for treatment if you are sick?"

"Sister Yizhen, don't worry about me. There is no meaning in living. It would be better if I died and put an end to it all." Qian Zuhui said.

"Dad, is there a barber shop in the village? I'll accompany Qian Zuhui to get a haircut and shave, and then take him to the county hospital for treatment."

"Yizhen, there is a barber shop in the village. Qian Zuhui and I will go there to get a haircut. You wait at home." Qian's father said as he pulled Qian Zuhui towards the door.

"Xiao Sun, I'm sorry to have such a brother." "Mr. Qian, it's okay. People are different. Maybe he didn't meet a good teacher to guide him when he was young, which led him to live a carefree life and indulge himself. In the end, he is the one who suffers."

"Xiao Sun, you are great. What you said makes a lot of sense." The driver Xiao Sun smiled embarrassedly.

Qian Yizhen entered the house and searched through the boxes and cabinets, trying to find a set of clean clothes for Qian Zuhui to change into. The driver, Xiao Sun, understood what Mr. Qian was thinking. He immediately ran to the car and found a set of spare clothes he had left in the car: "Mr. Qian, my body shape is similar to that of Brother Qian, so let him wear this set of clothes to go to the county hospital for treatment."

Qian Yizhen shook his head and nodded: "Thank you, Xiaosun."

Qian Yizhen took all of Qian Zuhui's clothes to the Damu basin beside the well, drew water from the well, and started washing the clothes. The driver Xiao Sun rolled up his sleeves and started working with Mr. Qian.

When Qian Zuhui came back from getting his hair cut, it was almost noon. The driver, Xiao Sun, brought out two prepared meals from the car. Qian Yizheng went to the kitchen to stir-fry some vegetables and make a pot of corn porridge, and Qian's father cut a bowl of pickled radish.

After the four of them finished lunch, Qian Yizhen asked Qian Zuhui to wash his hands and face and put on clean outer clothes. Qian Zuhui was reluctant to get in the car and go to the hospital for treatment. Qian's father angrily slapped Qian Zuhui and said, "You are an unfilial son. If you don't go to the hospital, who will take care of you if you become paralyzed? Do you want me to be filial to you?"

"Dad, I am penniless. Doesn't it cost money to go to the hospital for treatment? I don't want to implicate Yizhen. Yizhen has done enough for me, but I, as the eldest son, have done nothing. I am forty years old and I can't take care of myself. I don't deserve to be a human being." Qian Zuhui began to cry.

"Qian Zuhui, stop crying. Go to the hospital first and get your illness cured. Then reflect on yourself. Okay?" Qian Yizheng said.

"Qian Zuhui, you are a waste. I really regret that I spoiled you since you were a child. You were well fed, well dressed, and didn't have to work. I left the money for you to study, but let Yizhen and Yiyun work hard to earn money for their tuition. I was really blind. I regret it so much." Qian's father said angrily.

At this time, Qian Baofu walked into the house with a shaky step: "Aunt Yizhen, you are here, is there anything delicious? I am hungry, and I haven't eaten since this morning."

"You bastard, you haven't been seen for several days. Where have you been?" Qian's father said angrily.