Seventy Buddha Cannon Fodder

The shriveled old Liu looked at his eldest nephew with a face full of surprise, a little suspicious that he was too old and deaf, and misheard.

Liu Dazhu's forehead was still bloodstained, and his face was gloomy: "Last night, my daughter-in-law was startled. She started to have a stomachache before dark. If she had rushed to the hospital, it would have been too late."

"I know that the old Gu's family has a bicycle. Thinking that life is at stake, I lowered my face and asked the Gu Mingdong brothers to borrow a bicycle. I originally thought that even if the relationship between the two families was not good, they would not watch my wife die."

"Who knew that Gu Mingdong insisted on not borrowing it, so my mother and I had no choice but to push the cart to send Xiaohua to the hospital."

"If it wasn't for such a long delay, my wife would have given birth to the child long ago, so there would be two deaths."

The shriveled old Liu is partial to his family, he likes to take credit and doesn't like to take care of things, but he has been the team leader for so many years, so he still has a clear mind.

Seeing Liu Dazhu's ferocious appearance, the shriveled old Liu thought he had lost his wife and child, and couldn't think about it for a while: "Dazhu, since ancient times, a woman has had to pass the test of life and death to give birth to a child. Xiaohua and the child are gone. Uncle also knows that you are not feeling well. But it has nothing to do with the neighbors."

"It doesn't matter why, if he lends me the car and we rush to the hospital early, Xiaohua's mother and son will not die." Liu Dazhu insisted.

On the contrary, he pushed his responsibility completely away, as if the death of both Bai Xiaohua's mother and child was the fault of the next door.

"Gu Mingdong just can't see that I have a good life.