Under the gaze of Chu Heng and others, Uncle Yi smoked cigarettes one after another with a troubled expression on his face. No matter how Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong urged him, he remained silent.
He knew that he was now deciding the life and death of Mrs. Jia, so how could he dare to express his opinion so easily?
So I waited for a while.
Even Aunt Yi couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but say: "I said Lao Yi, what do you mean? Say something quickly."
"I……"
Uncle Yi opened his mouth, put out half of the cigarette in his hand, looked up at Chu Heng, and said in a deep voice: "Hengzi, do you think Sister-in-law Jia will be fine if we keep the status quo?"
"There is not much hope." Chu Heng shook his head and said truthfully: "The doctor said that the poison gas has hit her brain now, and there is a high probability that she will not wake up, and even if she wakes up, she is basically stupid, and may even be
Paralysis, if this is the case, to be honest, considering the situation of the Jia family, it would be worse than death!"
"In that case..." Uncle Yi hesitated again, and finally nodded: "Then I agree!"
"You should have agreed a long time ago. You are going to die anyway, so you might as well give it a try."
Xu Damao, who had been a little impatient for a long time, rolled his eyes. He had always been aloof and he really didn't take Mrs. Jia's life or death seriously. If Chu Heng hadn't come looking for her, he wouldn't have brought her here. With this skill
Instead of worrying about the old lady, you might as well play with his little lover!
"Hey." Uncle Yi sighed, then stood up, dug out the gong with a thick layer of dust from under the bed, and walked out: "Let's go to the meeting!"
After several people filed into the courtyard with him, the old man rang the gong vigorously.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
As a familiar sound of gongs sounded, the young and old in the courtyard put down what they were doing and rushed towards the middle courtyard. Especially Aunt Li and other aunts who knew the inside story were even more anxious.
Not long after.
Residents from the front, middle and back courtyards all gathered together. Even the deaf old lady with limited leg and leg conditions was helped out by Qin Jingru, and the three little ones followed them step by step.
Xiao Ni didn't come, she had to look after the children in the house, and it didn't matter whether she came or not, it didn't matter whether she came or not.
"Hey, why are you out here?"
When Chu Heng saw the old lady coming, he quickly ran over to help her.
"It's such a big event, why don't I come?" The deaf old lady smiled and grabbed his arm.
"Old lady, please sit down."
At this time, Silly Zhu brought out a chair from home and ran over.
At this time, a neighbor asked with a smile: "Hey, I haven't heard you playing the gong for so long. I feel a little uncomfortable when I hear it. Uncle Yi, what's going on today? You took out the gong?"
"Yes, what's the matter? You're in such a hurry? I haven't finished the meal yet."
"That's right, come on, Uncle Yi, I'm still stewing meat on the stove!"
Others were also busy urging me. They had just gotten off work and were cooking.
"Okay, everyone, be quiet for a moment." Uncle Yi raised his hand with a solemn expression, asking everyone to quiet down. After looking at Chu Heng again, he said loudly: "I'm beating the gong today for no other reason than for Mrs. Jia.
matter."
"I think everyone has heard that Hengzi specially invited the imperial doctor to treat Sister-in-law Jia..."
The old man first gave a general explanation of Mrs. Jia's condition, and then said: "The imperial doctor's treatment method is a bit dangerous. If it succeeds, you will live, if not, you will die, and the success rate is only 50%!"
"You all know the situation of the Jia family. Only Banggeng and his brothers and sisters are left, and they can't make the decision at all."
"And for such a big matter, we didn't dare to make any random claims, so we called the big guys over and worked together to sum it up."
When he finished speaking, the yard immediately became chaotic. Everyone was whispering to each other and expressing their opinions. Some people agreed and thought it would be better to give it a try. Some people objected and wanted to maintain stability. At that time, it seemed like there were tens of millions of animals in the mess.
Flies were flying in the courtyard.
This went on for a while.
When the deaf old lady saw them arguing, she couldn't help but stand up. With the support of Chu Heng and Silly Zhu, she walked to Uncle Yi, frowned and shouted: "Stop arguing!"
When the neighbors saw this, they all shut up and looked at the old lady, curious about what she was going to say.
"Listen to me, let the imperial doctor treat Jia Zhang." The old lady was the one who saw the most thoroughly. She glanced at the people in the hospital and said with a smile: "As the old saying goes, a long hospital bed
Without a filial son, she, Jia Zhang, will have to lie in bed for the rest of her life and be cared for. Now the time is short and she can’t see anything, but after a long time, who will be willing to go?"
"You? You? Or you?" She pointed at Aunt Li and the others with her walking stick, curled her lips and said, "When the time comes, even my own son and my dear daughter will wish for her to die early! Not to mention the neighbors."
"I think it's better to take a gamble and save her. If it doesn't work, her life will be bad, and she won't cause trouble to everyone."
"The old lady is right, I think so too."
Yan Bugui stood up with a smile and said: "I don't think it's better, everyone, stop arguing, just show your hands and vote. The minority obeys the majority."
"Now, let the imperial doctor also raise your hands to see the patient."
As he spoke, he raised his hands high first, followed by the old lady.
Immediately afterwards, Uncle Yi and Uncle Liu, who had long been discussed, also raised their hands.
When the neighbors saw these prestigious people, they all raised their hands, and many people raised their arms. Soon, the majority of the people agreed, nearly three-quarters.
Seeing this, Uncle Yi sighed inwardly and said loudly: "Okay, since most people agree, let Lao Yan write a consent form, and then everyone will put their thumbprints together."
…
While the courtyard was worrying about Mrs. Jia's affairs, He Zishi was also busy here.
In the police station office.
He Zishi leaned on his seat with a tired look on his face, holding a cup of boiled water in one hand and holding his brother's wotou in the other. While eating every bite, he was still thinking about the strategy his dog-headed military advisor had given him.
.
"Dongdongdong!"
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and a male police officer in his thirties walked in holding a piece of manuscript paper.
He Zishi hurriedly swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth and asked, "How is it?"
"It's done!"
The man smiled and handed him the manuscript paper. On it were three fingerprints copied with a pen: "These are Qin Huairu's fingerprints."
"Can't be mistaken?" He Zishi asked worriedly.
"It's not wrong. She goes to the street office every month to collect her fingerprints and collect tickets. I compared her fingerprints with those from previous years, and there's no problem." The man patted his chest and said.
"That's it, let's go!"
He Zishi carefully stuffed the manuscript paper into a document bag, stood up excitedly, and led the man out of the office.
