In the end, the mother and son had to come back honestly.
And even if those people were willing to come over to investigate, it would only be a formality at most.
At this time, not far away from the Wang family, Mrs. Wang opened the door with a frown, and angrily cursed outside: "What are you doing, what are you doing, you are calling Hun'er here before dawn!"
The woman didn't care about her mother-in-law's attitude at all, and said with a panic look on her face: "Mother-in-law! He's vomiting blood, go and have a look!"
"I'm vomiting blood!" Mrs. Wang was startled, and then she saw clearly that her eldest daughter-in-law's face was covered in blood.
"What's going on?" Mrs. Wang didn't care much about her eldest grandson, but after all, he was the only bloodline left by her eldest son, and she wouldn't just watch him die.
"I don't know. He was fine before going to bed last night. But in the middle of the night, Ah Shou started to complain that he didn't feel well. I thought it was because he caught wind yesterday when he went out for a walk. I gave him a bowl of medicine that he usually takes, but it didn't work.
I thought that just a short while later, before dawn, Ah Shou was rolling on the bed in pain and kept vomiting blood."
The woman's nervous body was trembling constantly.
However, it did not arouse Mrs. Wang's suspicion. In her opinion, she was frightened.
"Tell me, what's the use of you? You can't do any work, and you can't even take care of a child." Mrs. Wang scolded her with a dark face.
The woman did not dare to resist at all, but kept begging her mother-in-law to come with her and take a look.
Mrs. Wang suppressed her impatience, adjusted her clothes, and finally followed.
Looking at my eldest grandson lying on the bed coughing heartbreakingly and constantly vomiting blood.
Mrs. Wang subconsciously stopped.
Does this look like tuberculosis?
If this was really tuberculosis, it would be contagious.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Wang didn't even want to go inside.
In order to cover up her embarrassment, she turned to look at the woman and cursed: "The child has become like this, what's the use of calling me? You won't call the barefoot doctor in the village."
After saying that, without waiting for the woman to react, she covered her chest and pretended that she couldn't hold on.
"Ouch! I can't see this. It makes me feel bad. I can't do it anymore. I can't do it anymore. My daughter-in-law, I can't hold on any longer. I have to go back first to save you from trouble if I really fall down.
Now that I am an old woman, I won’t cause you any trouble."
The old lady stepped back as she spoke.
He retreated to the door and ran away in panic.
That speed didn't look like someone who was walking with a cane at all, nor did he look like someone who was waiting for his daughter-in-law to take care of him all day long.
Seeing the old lady running away, the boy who was still vomiting blood sat up from the bed and sneered, this is his good grandma.
Even though she knew her son was faking it, the woman still felt a little panicked when she looked at the pools of blood on the bed and didn't know what to do.
"Ah Shou, are you okay?" the woman asked worriedly.
The young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling a little regretful.
If he wasn't worried about his mother being scared, he wouldn't even bother wiping it.
It was not easy for their family to get some blood. For this blood, the two old hens they raised were all killed.
Looking at the small amount of blood in the bottle, the young man couldn't help but feel distressed.
I wonder if the remaining blood can deceive the villagers.
Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but urge: "Mom, don't waste time, hurry up and call the barefoot doctor, there is not much blood left."
"Okay, okay, mom, go right now, you have to be nice at home."
Ten minutes later, the barefoot doctor from Tugouzi Brigade followed the woman with a dissatisfied look on his face.
As soon as they entered the room, they saw blood all over the bed, and the boy who was still coughing up blood was also startled.
"What...what's going on? Why is it so serious?"
Seeing the scene in the room that was comparable to a murder scene, the barefoot doctor paused and regretted following him.
"Doctor, please take a look at Ah Shou, Ah Shou... What happened to Ah Shou?"
After that, looking at her son who coughed a few times and spit out a mouthful of blood, the woman rushed over to hug her son and shouted: "Ah Shou, Ah Shou, don't scare me!"
He turned around and urged again: "Doctor, please show Ah Shou quickly!"
Looking at the young man who was vomiting blood and looking hopeless, and then looking at the woman with messy hair who looked like a crazy woman, the barefoot doctor hesitated for a long time before reluctantly walking in.
When he reached out to feel his pulse, the barefoot doctor's heart dropped.
Even if his medical skills were second-rate, he still knew that something was wrong with the boy.
After all... after all, no normal person has such cold hands.
It’s summer now!
The barefoot doctor was shocked by the feeling of his touch, and the hand on the young man's wrist shook subconsciously.
It's so cold! It doesn't feel like a living person at all.
Thinking of this, the barefoot doctor shuddered violently.
The blood all over the bed, the boy's pale face, and the cold touch just now...
At this moment, the woman with blood on her face suddenly turned around...
"Ouch! Don't come to me! Don't blame me for your death. You go to Wang San, go to Wang San..."
The barefoot doctor almost rolled and crawled out of Wang's house.
Seeing the barefoot doctor being scared away, the mother and son looked relieved.
The young man shook the bottle in his hand, and the sound inside was inaudible.
He looked inside with his eyes, only the last mouthful of chicken blood was left.
Fortunately, the barefoot doctor was scared away. If he had stayed a little longer, his secret might have been exposed.
Before starting work, everyone in the village gathered at the entrance of the village.
While listening to the captain's instructions, he whispered: "Hey! Did you hear crying this morning?"
"I heard it, and I don't know who it was. It kept crying there early in the morning. It's bad luck!"
Another person came over and said, "I heard it too, I heard it too! My old man got up to go to the toilet and was frightened by the crying. However, you said this is fine, but whose family is crying?"
An old lady glanced around, then lowered her voice and said, "Whose house does it seem to be?"
The old lady pointed with her chin, and everyone understood immediately.
Someone frowned and said, "What happened to his house again? He's crying there before dawn?"
The old lady replied: "What else can happen? It's probably because her sick son is sick again."
Hearing someone say this, the barefoot doctor's wife quietly came over and whispered: "You don't know, I think that sick man is really going to die this time."
"What? What's going on?" Everyone turned their heads suddenly and looked at her.
Facing the attention of everyone, the barefoot doctor's wife did not hide it, but said directly: "Then someone came to my house before dawn and knocked on the door, saying that her son was vomiting blood. My man went over to see, and the child vomited.
There was blood on the bed, and my whole body was cold, and I had no warmth at all, which scared the men in my family quite a bit."
