Reborn in the 1990s, I want my husband to live to be a hundred.

The family discussed it back and forth, but the children kept repeating the same few points.

He asked Zhao Shuliang to lend him money.

Wait until they graduate and earn money to pay off their debts.

They completely ignored Qin Yanlin, and didn't even notice his existence.

Deng Xiuzhen didn't show it on her face, but she felt a chill run down her spine.

Qin Yanlin did some foolish things and let himself down, but he did not let his children down.

Besides, I've already forgiven him, and our family has been harmonious for so long. They usually get along very well.

They have no reason to do it, and they cannot do it.

Regarding the compensation that the elderly woman's son wanted, she did not immediately say that the compensation would only be a few hundred thousand yuan. Instead, she explained the whole story in detail, with the aim of teaching the children a lesson so that they could understand the diversity of life and thus gain more social experience.

But who knew that once the topic of one million was mentioned, all the conversation revolved around the one million and never returned to the original meaning.

Is it true that no matter what I do, my children will never be filial? Is it just human nature, or am I simply unworthy of having filial children?

The more Deng Xiuzhen thought about it, the more her head ached and her heart ached.

"Go back." Hearing the voice, he looked up and saw Qin Yanlin's worried gaze, his eyes clear and innocent, full of concern.

"Go back? Go back where?" Deng Xiuzhen asked in confusion.

"Go home, I want to go home!" Qin Yanlin tried to say. This was the sentence he had said most often since he was rescued.

“Going home? This is home!” Deng Xiuzhen retorted, a thought flashing through her mind. She quickly asked, “Which home do you want to go back to?”

"Huh?" Qin Yanlin looked bewildered, and after a long pause, said, "Eat meat buns!"

Deng Xiuzhen shook her head helplessly.

Let's take Qin Yanlin to continue his treatment first.

The rehabilitation physician gave Qin Yanlin physical therapy, and Deng Xiuzhen accompanied him, taking the opportunity to ask about Qin Yanlin's condition, what else he should pay attention to besides treatment, and how he could recover better and faster.

The doctor explained in detail, clearly listing and describing various factors such as environment, nutrition, psychology, and family atmosphere.

"Xiuzhen, is something wrong?" Deng Xiuzhen, who was diligently taking notes, was interrupted by Zhao Shuliang's phone call.

"Uncle Zhao, what's wrong..." Deng Xiuzhen said, then suddenly realized that Wenjing might have called Zhao Shuliang to borrow money. She quickly went outside to a quiet place and told Zhao Shuliang what had happened.

"Xiuzhen, if you have any difficulties, don't hide them from your uncle. I treat you like my own daughter. I can definitely come up with a few hundred thousand yuan. Don't bear it all alone! Also, how is Yanlin doing? Why don't you take him to Kyoto for a checkup? The neurology department at Huatang Hospital in Kyoto is very famous, much better than the ones in Shenzhen. Moreover, they have connections with major hospitals abroad, which might help Yanlin recover faster..."

As Zhao Shuliang continued talking, Deng Xiuzhen's eyes welled up with tears without her realizing it. Her tense nerves began to relax, and the grievances in her heart overflowed like a burst dam.

"Uncle, it's alright." Deng Xiuzhen's voice was nasal.

"Xiuzhen, what's wrong? Don't hide it from your uncle!" Zhao Shuliang on the other end of the phone was even more anxious.

"Uncle, it's really nothing, please listen to me..." Deng Xiuzhen choked up as she recounted everything that had happened during this time.

Zhao Shuliang listened quietly until she finished speaking, then asked, "But why did Wenjing say she needed three or four hundred thousand? And she said you couldn't come up with that and wanted to borrow it from me?"

After hesitating for a moment, Deng Xiuzhen said, "Uncle, I'd like to ask you for a favor. Just say you lent me money, and then..."

"Mom, Uncle Zhao agreed to lend us money, so we won't sell the house. But that company keeps losing money, so let's sell it anyway." Wenjing came back happy, even a little proud.

“I’ve already contacted the company, but they won’t make much money from it. I’m afraid I’ll still have to sell the house,” Deng Xiuzhen said.

"Why? We've already lost all the money, why sell the house? Where will you and Dad live after we sell the house?" Wenjing asked, somewhat agitated.

“Your father’s recovery isn’t going well. I’ve heard that the neurology department at Ikado Hospital in Kyoto has a very high cure rate for your father’s condition. I’d like to take him there for a checkup.”

“Dad’s illness needs treatment, but it’s best not to sell this house, otherwise you’ll have nowhere to live. Or I can borrow from Grandpa Zhao again. Mom, wait here, I’m calling Grandpa Zhao!” Wenjing hurriedly took out her phone and made a call.

The outcome disappointed her. Zhao Shuliang said he had bought a house and had no money on hand. The money he had promised to lend them was borrowed from others, plus his advance salary. In fact, he had only managed to borrow a little over 200,000 yuan, so he could only lend them that much.

"Mom, let's sell the house." Wenjing sat down dejectedly.

"Mom, how much can this house be sold for? Will it be enough to cover the compensation?" Wen Yu asked in a low voice.

“Selling the company and the house, plus the money your Grandpa Zhao borrowed, should be enough to cover the compensation. But I'm afraid we won’t have the money to take your father to Kyoto for treatment.” Deng Xiuzhen said, looking at Qin Yanlin with concern.

"I have a classmate whose family is very rich. I'll go to him tomorrow and see if I can borrow some money," Wen Yu said after thinking for a moment.

"I'll go borrow from my classmates too; maybe we can raise enough money for Dad's treatment," Wenjing said, preparing to leave.

Deng Xiuzhen was about to call Wenjing to stop when the phone rang.

"This is Shenzhen People's Hospital. Are you a family member of Qin Wenxin?" the other party asked quickly as soon as the call was connected.

Deng Xiuzhen was startled and couldn't care less about Wenjing anymore. She quickly replied, "I am Qin Wenxin's mother. May I ask what brings you here? Has something happened to Wenxin?"

"Qin Wenxin has been hit by a car and needs surgery. Please come to the hospital immediately to sign the consent forms..."

Wenxin was hit by a car? Deng Xiuzhen's heart pounded in panic when she heard this. She didn't even have time to hear what was going on. She hung up the phone, told Wen Yu to take care of Qin Yanlin, and rushed to Shenzhen People's Hospital.

At this moment, Wenxin lay in the outer room of the operating room, covered in blood. Some unfamiliar memories flashed through her mind, completely out of her control, making her thoughts extremely chaotic, so chaotic that she forgot the pain.

"Doctor! Doctor! Where is my daughter? Is she alright? What happened?" Deng Xiuzhen asked repeatedly as soon as she entered, her hair disheveled and covered in sweat.

"The patient has already undergone examinations, revealing multiple superficial injuries. No major problems were found with the internal organs or head so far. The main issue now is the rib fracture, which requires immediate surgery to prevent the broken pieces from piercing internal organs..."

"Then let's do the surgery right away!" Deng Xiuzhen interrupted the doctor.

The doctor asked Deng Xiuzhen to check on Qin Wenxin. Wenxin had her eyes closed and her face was pale.

"Wenxin! Wenxin!" Deng Xiuzhen called out loudly.

Wenxin lifted her eyelids slightly, but did not open her eyes; she was trapped in another world by her memories.

Deng Xiuzhen was extremely anxious and quickly signed the consent form. Only after the operating room door closed and the light indicating "Operating" came on did Deng Xiuzhen collapse to the ground.

“The ground is cold, come on, sit on a chair.” A middle-aged couple came over to help her.

"Thank you," Deng Xiuzhen said softly.

"Um, um, you're Qin Wenxin's mother, right? We... we were driving the car, and we hit Qin Wenxin," the woman said softly.

"You crashed into them? How were you driving?!" Deng Xiuzhen jumped up.

"You, you don't get agitated, we really didn't mean it. I was looking where I was going, but, but she suddenly ran over, I didn't have time to react..." the man quickly explained.

"You didn't react in time? You didn't react in time and you hit my daughter? Do you know that hitting her could kill someone? Do you know that?!" Deng Xiuzhen shouted, her voice hoarse.

"I know, I know, please don't get agitated. It's not good for your health. The child needs you after the surgery. If anything happens to you, the child will worry." The woman was undoubtedly good at comforting people.

After hearing her words, Deng Xiuzhen calmed down.