The boss is coming, the scumbag is going to be in trouble

They thought the anesthetic effect had not worn off yet, and when they saw that the condition was still the same after a few days, they became panicked.

"Doctor, what's wrong with my son?"

"After our observation, your son is most likely in a vegetative state."

"Boom..."

As soon as the doctor finished speaking, Cheng's mother fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

The worst result still happened. What should the old couple do in the future?

After the results came out, the Cheng family was plunged into anguish. The hospital bill was too high, so after discussion, they had no choice but to take Cheng Dahong with them.

Cheng Xingyu has not appeared in the past few days.

Now seeing his father who was suddenly brought home, instead of sadness, there was a flash of relief and joy on his face.

"Xingyu, your father will become a vegetable in the future, what should we do?" When Cheng's mother saw her eldest grandson, she went up to him, hugged him and burst into tears.

"It's all his own fault, what does it have to do with me?" Cheng Xingyu pushed Cheng Ma away impatiently with a disdainful tone.

"Xingyu, he is your father after all, go and see him!"

"Okay!" Cheng Xingyu showed a smug smile on his face, then pushed open the door and entered Cheng Dahong's room, and closed the door.

Mother Cheng thought that her grandson was really persuaded by her, and a hint of relief appeared in her eyes.

This grandson still has feelings and loyalty, just like his mother, but it's a pity that they realized it too late. If they had treated their ex-daughter-in-law well, their family wouldn't have ended up like this.

But now when I think about those things, I feel lost.

Cheng Xingyuyu entered Cheng Dahong's room. He didn't care whether Cheng Dahong could hear him or not. He gloated beside Cheng Dahong and said, "You weren't very capable before. You didn't beat me up at every turn. If you didn't let me go to school, you would have gotten up if you had the guts."

Cheng Dahong's fingers moved, but Cheng Xingyu didn't notice. He continued to output.

"In your previous life, you abandoned your wife and children to live with that mistress and lived a carefree life. You never even came back to look at me."

"Then you fell ill, and the mistress disappeared without a trace, leaving you with a sick child."

"Your fatherly love burst out and you actually came back and asked my mother to raise the sick child. When she disagreed, you came to me."

"I don't know if I took the wrong medicine, but I actually agreed to your request. Help you take care of your illegitimate child. My stupid behavior angered my mother and caused her to die in pain."

Although Cheng Dahong couldn't speak, he could hear clearly in his heart. When he heard his son say this, his fingers trembled violently.

How could such a weird thing happen? What about past lives and present lives?

"Your illegitimate son has no conscience just like you. I treated him well enough, didn't I? But how did he treat me? He destroyed my family and left me with nothing."

"My mother is now sober. She no longer cares about me or you. Look how good her life is."

"Look at you guys, you're almost like beggars. Now you're in a vegetable state. I'm so happy."

Cheng Xingyu moved closer and said in Cheng Xingyu's ear with a smile: "I saw your fingers move, I think you can definitely hear it. My dear father, I will treat you well in the future."

Cheng Dahong's eyes were filled with tears. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound. He lay on the bed helplessly listening to his son's rambling.

After Cheng Xingyu finished speaking, she picked up the teacup on the table, poured the water on Cheng Dahong's face, turned around and left his room.

He walked to the door, picked up a stick, quietly came up behind Cheng's father, raised the stick and hit him on the head.

"Xingyu, what are you doing?" Seeing his actions, the others were shocked and didn't understand what was wrong with him.

"What are you doing? I just want to settle the score with you." Cheng Xingyu said, waving the stick in his hand and chasing after the others and started beating them up.

Cheng Ma was already in her forties and couldn't outrun Cheng Xingyu at all. Soon, she was hit by several sticks, and she was beaten until she lay on the ground, unable to get up.

As for Cheng Xinghe, he had a heart disease and couldn't run at all. After a while, he fell ill and lay on the ground, twitching.

Cheng Xingyu saw them all lying on the ground wailing in pain, then he dropped the stick and went back to his room.

Cheng Dahong felt very uncomfortable when he heard the screams outside the door. He thought that his life would not be any better in the future.

Just now he also saw the scene of his previous life. Instead of regretting treating his ex-wife like that, he resented the unfairness of fate.

In his previous life, he died in a hospital bed, and in this life, he was made a vegetable. What kind of hatred did God have against him that made him go through this?

In the following days, Li Cheng's family was either being beaten or on the way to being beaten.

Cheng Dahong was not much better. If he didn't eat the food he was fed, it would just go bad.

He pooped on the bed and no one cleaned it up, and the whole house stank.

The house was stinking, and no one brought him food. He was so hungry that he could hardly move.

He cried out in his heart countless times, "Please give me something to eat! I'm hungry..."

The people outside were all busy with their own affairs and no one thought of him at all.

"Xingyu, you've beaten and scolded us, can you please let us go?" Dad Cheng begged, covering his painful arm.

"You've been eating so much for so many years that you can definitely withstand a beating. You'll need to be beaten for a while before he behaves himself."

When Mr. Cheng heard what he said, he knew that the matter could not be resolved.

Cheng Ma and Cheng Xinghe didn't dare to say a word, and they kept working at home. Even so, they couldn't escape the beatings.

Even Cheng Xinghe's leg was broken by Cheng Xingyu, and he walked with a limp, but this did not give him a break, and he kept busy.

It’s not that they didn’t think about going out to ask for help, but Cheng Xingyu slept at the door every day, so they couldn’t get out at all.

After lunch that day, Cheng Xingyu fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and couldn't even stand up.

Cheng's father, Cheng's mother, and Cheng Xinghe looked at each other in confusion, wondering what he was doing.

Suddenly, Cheng Xinghe remembered the dish he had made that night, and his eyes flickered. Could it be that he was allergic to that dish?

He was very excited when he thought of this. He hurried forward and pulled Cheng's parents into the bedroom and whispered, "Grandpa and grandma, I'm afraid he is allergic to that dish."

"allergy?"

"Yes, does that look like an allergy symptom?"

The couple recalled Cheng Xingyu's condition and felt that it was very similar to what Cheng Xinghe said. But he looked puzzled, not knowing what he meant: "What do you mean by calling us over to say this?"