This packet of medicine is Shi Youtian's last hope. Sun Xiufang treats it like a treasure. Which one should be taken three times a day and when to take it. Which one should be taken four times a day and when. She will keep it in her heart, even if

It was the middle of the night, and as long as it was time to take medicine, she would wake up on time and wait for Shi Youtian to take medicine.

With the situation at home, it was not appropriate for Shi Dayong to go on duty again. He discussed with the team leader and switched shifts with his colleagues who ran short distances. He would go out early every day, finish the day's work, and come back as early as possible in the afternoon.

Four months later, what worried Sun Xiufang was that even though Shi Youtian took handfuls of pills, not only did his illness not improve at all, but it became very difficult to drink water. In the past few days, Sun Xiufang took handfuls of pills first.

Grind it into powder and then feed it to people. Even so, the condition worsens day by day. The person sometimes falls into a deep sleep and cannot wake up even if he screams.

In fact, the real situation is that Sun Xiufang thought Shi Youtian was sleeping, but in fact Shi Youtian had begun to coma.

This situation of the old man made Sun Xiufang very anxious. She caught Shi Dayong who had just returned from get off work and asked repeatedly: "Boss, how come your father has been sleeping all these days? He ignored anyone when he shouted, and he couldn't even eat. Just rely on a little potion to survive, how can that be done?"

Every day when Shi Dayong gets up, the first thing he does is to go to his father's bed to greet him, help him catch his urine, and wash his face. He has always seen his father like this, but he has no choice. He hates that he is not a doctor.

The brutal pace of the disease cannot be stopped.

In the past four months, he not only gave his father the medicine prescribed by Liang Ruiyuan, but also asked around to see if there were any Chinese medicine doctors who treated this kind of disease. Whenever he had any information, he would take his father there. The farthest place was in the mountains.

In a temple, the car could only drive to the bottom of the mountain, and the rest of the way was up to him, carrying his old father on his back step by step. He drank a lot of Chinese medicine and continued to take Western medicine. Even so, the result was still the same.

Shi Dayong was heartbroken. As a son, he watched his father die before his eyes. The powerlessness and helplessness were like bone-cutting torture for him.

But Sun Xiufang clearly felt that Shi Youtian's medicine had failed, but she just didn't want to believe it.

Shi Dayong handed the dish to Wang Ying, held Sun Xiufang's arm, and comforted softly: "Mom, don't worry, let me take a look."

Shi Youtian has become thinner than a skeleton, and his head is like a skull covered with skin. Due to the loss of nutrients under the skin, the wrinkles on his face are more obvious. Although people are sick, the growth of hair is not delayed.

In four months, even though he had been cut once in the middle, his hair and beard were still very long, and the gray hair grew unkempt on his head, which only added to the sadness of the passing of his life.

"Dad! Dad! I'm back." Shi Dayong leaned down and called softly into Shi Youtian's ear.

Hearing his son's voice, Shi Youtian tried his best to open his eyes wide. He was so sick that it was difficult to even speak. His empty pupils had no luster, and his pale lips were slightly pursed. His dull eyes looked at Shi Dayong for a while, and then he suddenly began to struggle.

He was about to sit up from the bed. The torment of the illness had caused him to lose his vitality. His wrinkled face began to become distorted due to pain, as if every movement was a huge torture. He breathed rapidly, with a weak voice, and kept

He muttered: "Big... boss... boss, go back... go home... home, go home..."

"Dad, what do you want to do? I'll come, I'll come, do you want to sit up?" Shi Dayong hurriedly held his father's shoulders, turned around and sat directly on the edge of the bed, letting his father lean into his arms.

"Old man, old man, what are you talking about?" Sun Xiufang bent down and put her ear to Shi Youtian's mouth, trying hard to listen to what her wife was saying.

"Go home...I want to go back...home, mother...let's go home." Shi Youtian had a premonition that his life was about to end. He was afraid that he would die outside. He wanted to go home as soon as possible. He tilted his head back and tried his best to look at Shi Youtian.

With Dayong's face, he begged: "Boss, send...send dad home."

Shi Dayong heard his father's words clearly, and tears burst out of his eyes instantly. His father knew that he was going to die, and he wanted to stay at home forever.

"Yeah! Yeah!" Shi Dayong nodded heavily.

"We'll leave tomorrow. Tomorrow... I'm afraid dad won't be able to hold on anymore."

"Yeah! I'll leave tomorrow." Shi Dayong burst into tears and couldn't speak. He just nodded blindly.

"Huh---" Shi Youtian breathed a long sigh of relief and felt relieved. He raised his arm. Sun Xiufang saw it and hurriedly grabbed it.

"Fuck..." There was a smile on Shi Youtian's face: "Pack... our things, and tomorrow we... we will go home."

"Old man..." Sun Xiufang was about to say something else, but Shi Youtian shook his head weakly: "I'm homesick, let's go back to our own home."

Fortunately, Shi Dayong came back early today. Checking the time, he hasn't gotten off work yet. If he goes back to his hometown tomorrow, he still needs to ask for leave from the captain. The most important thing is that when he goes back to his hometown this time, he needs to drive his father back.

My body, if I continue to reverse the car and wait for the bus, I'm afraid my father will die halfway.

Standing at the door of the captain's office, Shi Dayong was still a little uneasy. This was different from going to L County. The distance to L County was short, only more than 200 miles away. It was different to go back to his hometown, which spanned three provinces and nearly a thousand miles away.

I'm afraid the captain won't agree to the journey.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Shi Dayong knocked on the door.

"Come in!" It was still the same rich voice.

"Captain..." During this period, Shi Dayong was a little embarrassed to look for the captain again and again.

"Dayong, what is today?" He has always heard about the situation of Shi Dayong's family. The old man has never been well. Looking at Shi Dayong's appearance, his eye circles are reddish and there is moisture, and he obviously looks like he has cried. He guessed it

Some of them asked hesitantly: "Is the old man bad?"

Shi Dayong nodded and shook his head: "Captain, my dad is really in trouble this time. I think he has only been here for the past few days. Captain, I have to trouble you. My dad wants to go back to his hometown. He doesn't want to die outside. I

We can't even fail to satisfy his last wish, so..."

Before Shi Dayong finished speaking, Ren Bingfeng had already guessed Shi Dayong's thoughts and said directly: "So, you want to use a car to send the old man back, right?"

"Yes, captain, my dad can't stand the bumps and turns on the road like this. I have to ask you for help. I want to use the car." Shi Dayong was a little nervous because he was afraid that the captain would not agree. He stared at the captain's mouth for a moment.

For a moment, I was afraid of hearing the captain's rebuttal.

"Alas!" Ren Bingfeng sighed, "Go ahead."

The captain agreed. Shi Dayong was relieved and bowed to Ren Bingfeng happily: "Thank you, captain! Thank you, captain! I will work hard when I come back and make up for the shifts I left."

"But?" Ren Bingfeng was a little embarrassed and frowned slightly. He knew that Shi Dayong's family was in trouble, but he had to say this. There were so many people in the unit, and they always did something special to one person. If people knew about it, he would be afraid.

Someone is gossiping.

Shi Dayong was worried again and looked at Ren Bingfeng with worried eyes: "Captain?"

"Dayong, you see it's a long way back to your hometown. How much does it cost for gas?"

"I'll take it! I'll take it! I'll take it! Captain, I'm very grateful for letting me use the car. How can I ask the team leader to pay me for gas again?"

After asking for leave, Shi Dayong walked back non-stop. He will return to his hometown tomorrow. There are still so many things to do. He has to go back and prepare. He just held his old father's head and found that his father's hair was too long.

Although he cleaned his father every now and then, he still couldn't avoid the smell on his body. He wanted to go back and give his father a good bath and fix his hair and beard.

Ruimin is this heartless person. His father has been ill for such a long time. He is like a second-hand shopkeeper. He can only care a few words. In his own words, he said: My eyesight is not good, mother.

No need for me.

When Ruimin had nothing to do, he went out for a walk, but he never came home empty-handed. Starting from when the persimmons turned yellow, he eagerly watched the persimmons ripen bit by bit. When the persimmons in autumn were all ripe, the mountains and fields were all bright red.

When he was young, he would go out with a basket every day. Today he would bring back a basket of persimmons, tomorrow he would bring back a basket of black dates, and the day after tomorrow he might bring back a basket of walnuts.

You can eat the persimmons on the mountain casually, but you can't pick them casually. They were grown by the common people. In these days, everyone's life is not very good. The common people are still waiting to collect the mountain products and sell them for some money. You are just like your own products.

Yeah, what's the point of bringing basket after basket home and asking people to catch you?

The main reason is that I don’t eat much of this persimmon, and my family doesn’t know how to make persimmon cakes. The persimmons that Ruimin brought back did not rot as quickly as they were eaten. They were often even eaten before they were finished.

I couldn't catch it, and it gradually started to grow green hair, so I had to throw it away. Good things were ruined, and it felt painful to throw them away.

Ruimin did something wrong and Wang Ying would not tell him anything. She didn't want to offend anyone, so she pointed at the rotten persimmon and led Shi Dayong behind his back.

Shi Dayong frowned and walked around the yard. He felt that it was impossible not to say anything, so he talked to Ruimin. Unexpectedly, Ruimin was still plausible and talked nonsense. He said: "Brother, there are many mountains on that mountain.

I saw some persimmons were ripe and fell to the ground without anyone taking care of them. If they were blind, they would be blind. What would happen if I picked some back?"

When it comes to educating his younger brother, Shi Dayong is still very patient: "It's not that bad. You see, we can't eat it. You see the persimmons that are thrown out every day. Don't you feel sorry for the persimmons? Don't you feel sorry for the money you brought back?"

"

That's right. Ruimin thought about it and felt that what the elder brother said was true. "Okay, I won't pick persimmons from now on. I have eaten enough anyway. I only pick walnuts and black dates. What do you think of this persimmon, elder brother?"

Why can't I make dried persimmons? They rot as soon as they are dried. They are not as good as black dates. Just leave them alone and they will become dry in a few days."

"You can't pick walnuts or black dates. They are grown by the common people. They are harvested and sold for money. People don't grow them for you. You can just eat a few. Isn't it very difficult for people to drive home and point fingers at them?"

Didn't you say that your nose is not allowed to be picked? We have to be conscious of it. Do you think any of the people in our family home carry it home? We can't let people gossip about us."

"Okay, I won't pick it up. I'll pick it up. I'll pick up the head office that fell on the ground."

Picking it up, it’s not impossible to pick it up. After the people have harvested all the fruits on the mountain, there will always be walnuts and other things pulled down from the grass. At this time, people from the family homes will go out. Everyone calls this picking up the autumn fruits.

Then everyone can eat with peace of mind.

Ruimin agreed verbally, but disagreed in his heart. He said to himself that I was not the only one picking it. How could I not meet anyone when I went up the mountain? So he carried Shi Dayong on his back and went out as usual. Fortunately, the walnuts and black dates grew taller, and he was not very good at picking them.

, he didn’t pick much. Until one time, he almost got caught. That time, he had just climbed up the tree with great difficulty, and was standing high and looking into the distance to enjoy the nearby scenery. He vaguely saw a few young men leading a dog to catch him.

There were several walnut thieves living there, which frightened a Ruimin. He climbed down from the tree and ran away. He didn't even say that his eyesight was bad. When he got home, he secretly rejoiced that he ran fast. From then on, he was like this
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